CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie was infuriated. “Correction. I'm not the one behind her death. She was sentenced to death because of what

she did. She wouldn't have died if she wasn't responsible for all that evil, would she?”

However, Jasmine refused to listen. All she knew was that Susan had died.

Even though she hated Susan, the latter was still her mother.

She couldn't stand seeing anyone lay a finger on her mother.

“Natalie, quit your bullsh*t! What do you mean she was at fault for her own death? If you hadn't called the police,

my mom wouldn't have died! She would still be alive!” Jasmine got off the bed and moved toward Natalie.

However, she was pushed to the ground by a bodyguard before she could even reach Natalie.

Natalie was still seated on her chair as she glared at Jasmine. “I must say, you're very funny. You're telling me I

shouldn't have called the police instead of saying this is what she deserves. No wonder you are your mother's child.

There's something wrong with your head. You clearly don't have the right values and can't be bothered with the

law.”

Jasmine trembled with rage. “Don't talk to me about the law! All I know is that my mother's death is all your fault!”

Natalie smiled. “I do admit that I brought the police over to arrest Susan. But so what? What can you do when

you're locked up here? Moreover, don't you hate her? Shouldn't you be happy now that she's dead? Why are you

acting like you're trying to seek justice for her? Don't be such a hypocrite.”

“That's none of your business. She's still my mother, after all, even if I hate her. You're in no position to lay a finger

on her.” Jasmine could only glare at her since she was being held back by the bodyguard. If looks could kill, Natalie

would have been shredded into a thousand pieces by now.

Natalie propped her head on one hand and said lazily, “What about Harrison? Susan treated you like sh*t when you

were young, but you're trying to seek justice for her. Why didn't you cry for Harrison's sake? He's dead too. He

treated you really well, didn't he? He even kicked me and Jared — his biological children — out of the family for

your sake, but he's not even on your mind now that he's dead.”

Guilt flashed across Jasmine's face upon her words as her eyes flickered. “Why should I keep him in my thoughts?

You said so yourself — he's not my biological father.”

“He still treated you very well even though he's not your biological father, right?” Natalie stared at her.

Jasmine sneered. “Treated me well? Yes, he did treat me well, but that was because he thought I was his biological

daughter. Would he have treated me as well if he knew I wasn't one of his own?”

Natalie tousled her hair. “What an ingrate. Harrison would be so mad if he heard that. You're right; he probably

wouldn't have treated you as well if he knew you weren't his biological daughter. However, you can't just completely

disregard the fact that he was the one who brought you up and how well he treated you. Poor thing, he didn't even

get so much as a 'thank you' after his death.”

With that, she stood up. “I thought you would have cried for Harrison's sake after learning all these, but it looks like

I'm wrong. How could a heartless person cry? Forget it, I'm leaving. Take care.”

She turned around and left.

“Natalie Smith! Just you wait. I'll make you pay for my mother's death. I'll drag you down to hell with me even if I

can't escape this place!” Jasmine bellowed behind her, her voice full of hatred.

Natalie paused and turned to face her. “Really? I'll be waiting then. But I'll let you get a taste of hell first before you

drag me down there with you. Teach her a good lesson.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” the bodyguards replied in unison.

Natalie turned around and walked out of the ward.

She could hear Jasmine's cries of pain and anguish behind her even after walking out of the door.

It was obvious the two bodyguards were sparing her no mercy.

She deserves it anyways.

Notolie tousled her hoir. “Whot on ingrote. Horrison would be so mod if he heord thot. You're right; he probobly

wouldn't hove treoted you os well if he knew you weren't his biologicol doughter. However, you con't just completely

disregord the foct thot he wos the one who brought you up ond how well he treoted you. Poor thing, he didn't even

get so much os o 'thonk you' ofter his deoth.”

With thot, she stood up. “I thought you would hove cried for Horrison's soke ofter leorning oll these, but it looks like

I'm wrong. How could o heortless person cry? Forget it, I'm leoving. Toke core.”

She turned oround ond left.

“Notolie Smith! Just you woit. I'll moke you poy for my mother's deoth. I'll drog you down to hell with me even if I

con't escope this ploce!” Josmine bellowed behind her, her voice full of hotred.

Notolie poused ond turned to foce her. “Reolly? I'll be woiting then. But I'll let you get o toste of hell first before you

drog me down there with you. Teoch her o good lesson.”

“Yes, Mo'om,” the bodyguords replied in unison.

Notolie turned oround ond wolked out of the word.

She could heor Josmine's cries of poin ond onguish behind her even ofter wolking out of the door.

It wos obvious the two bodyguords were sporing her no mercy.

She deserves it onywoys.