She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 488

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Meanwhile.

It was the middle of the New Year holidays, but Thomas's eyes were bloodshot. He cornered Jasmine, his voice laced with panic. "How much longer is your cousin going to rot in a cell? Your aunt has been crying non-stop. She's fainted several times, and we haven't even been allowed to see Elara for the holidays."

Jasmine's expression remained entirely indifferent. "Elara acted recklessly. Thomas, I have much more important things to handle right now. I don't have the bandwidth to worry about her yet."

Thomas sounded resentful. "She's only in this mess because of you."

Jasmine scoffed. "She didn't run it by me before mouthing off on the internet. Honestly, this has nothing to do with me."

"You..."

"That's enough, Thomas," Jasmine said, grabbing a thermos as she prepared to head to the hospital. "Grandma told me Mrs. Sawyer just inherited a massive fortune, and she doesn't have a single heir. Grandma wants me to get close to her, to become her god-granddaughter. Think about it, Thomas. With billions of dollars, what couldn't we fix?"

Ever since Rowan's men had severed one of Grandma Townsend's fingers, the old woman seemed to have aged a decade overnight. She was now confined to a private room in the hospital.

The once formidable woman, whose vitality had rivaled people half her age, had suddenly realized she was frail and old. Her spirit was entirely broken, and she had even lost her post-retirement university teaching position.

Grandma Townsend had actually found out about Mrs. Sawyer's wealth through one of her former students. The student had visited the hospital and casually mentioned how tragic it was that Mrs. Sawyer dedicated her life to philanthropy, yet fate had dealt her such a cruel hand. The offhand comment took root in Grandma Townsend's mind.

She dug up Mrs. Sawyer's address.

Her plan was to maneuver Jasmine into becoming the old woman's god-granddaughter.

He still summoned Rowan when the house was empty to confront him about it.

"She said that?"

Rowan's voice was dark and heavy. "She said I have to marry Sylvia before she'll sell the land?"

"Yes." Charles stared at his eldest son, the pride of his life, his face darkening by the second as his anger boiled over. "But that's not all. She also accused you of raping her."

Rowan didn't flinch. He didn't look panicked. His tone was so flat it bordered on cold as he freely admitted it. "I did force her to sleep with me. She isn't lying."

"W-What did you... just say?"