“I don’t care what it is,” he snapped. “None of it matters to me.”
I bent down slowly, gathering the scattered papers and placing them back into the box. My hands trembled, but I held on tightly, refusing to let anything else slip from my grasp. Without saying a word, I turned and walked toward the guest room.
Behind me, Jasmine suddenly let out a sharp cry.
“Ouch... I’m in pain... all over my waist,” she whined dramatically.
In an instant, Robert rushed to her side and scooped her up like she was made of glass. He carried her into the main bedroom without a second glance at me.
I was bent over in the guest room, picking up a few of my things I hadn’t realized were still there. My framed photo and a couple of old certificates were lying close to the edge of the table, almost smashed to the ground. I reached out quickly to gather them before anything else could break.
The door burst open behind me, slamming against the wall.
“Jasmine has requested that you make her something to eat. She said it would help with the pain,” Robert said coldly.
I turned, startled. “Me?” My voice came out before I could stop it.
“There are housekeepers all over this place—”