On the pier, a gentle sea breeze blew, sunlight danced on the water's surface, and ripples shimmered like glittering scales. Everything was simply beautiful.
Jazmine looked at the people around her - Giancarlo, Nina, and Charles, who was said to be her father. She had easily managed to get rid of Yoselin. It wasn't that she was heartless, but outsiders were not allowed on the island.
Taking Giancarlo and Charles upstairs was already enough to give her a headache, and she didn't know how she should explain things to them later.
"Mommy, you left Ms. Larsen behind, do you think she'll let it go easily?"
Jazmine was well aware that Nina actually disliked Yoselin. That's why she found it strange that Nina kept insisting on bringing Yoselin along.
"This time, we're going to treat an illness, so you better keep your cunning plots to yourself, understand?" Jazmine had to give a warning in advance, just in case the child really caused trouble.