Chapter 1499: Chapter 1499: Feeling Nauseated
"..." Jasmine sighed repeatedly while meeting her daughter-in-law’s gaze, "But the situation is different this time. Accepting you is because my son is with you; your character is fine, it’s not about being with your father. But now, Jocelyn has to be with Dr. Shelby, and Dr. Shelby is not suitable for marriage."
"Mom, actually, for a writer, it’s best not to control her emotionally. Studies have shown that otherwise, it’s easy to develop depression."
This statement from her daughter-in-law shocked Jasmine, and she looked at her with skepticism. Depression is no small matter.
Hailey Hale nodded affirmatively, "I’ve read similar news, never underestimate a writer’s persistence. If she isn’t with Dr. Shelby, this will be a lifelong scar for her, and it might seep into her work, influencing thousands with the conveyed views on marriage and love."
Is it really that serious?
Jasmine was genuinely scared, she sincerely hoped Jocelyn Morgan would be well.
Hailey continued to seize the opportunity to talk facts and logic, holding her mother-in-law’s hand closely, doing her utmost in support of her sister-in-law’s relationship with Dr. Shelby.
Jasmine was almost swayed by her words.
At night, the swan feather snow that had been falling all day over Riventhal finally stopped.
The city was brilliantly lit, exuding a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Many different shaped snowmen lined the streets, some with scarves, some even wearing veils, truly the most romantic season of the year.
Many young people were engaged in romantic activities.
Emerald Cove, the villas were brightly lit, the courtyard blanketed in white.
Mia Lane was in the upstairs design studio, the door was open, she sat at the desk, hand-sketching a headband with stars using a pencil.
For many designers, drawing on paper with a pen feels better than designing with software on a computer.
She loved the "scratch scratch" sound of the pencil on paper.
Although Mia hadn’t released a design work for a long time, being a genius design master, her inspiration and pen skills remained excellent, many things she could effortlessly create.
Soon, a beautiful headband took shape on the paper.
Completely customized based on the information her brother provided, racing against time to finish for him.
On the table were three boxes, inside were some raw gems from private auction collections, their total transaction price reaching two billion US Dollars.
This was provided by Justin Kingston, Trevor said he would pay according to market price.
In fact, money wasn’t very important for the two of them.
Footsteps sounded from the doorway, Justin Kingston entered holding a cup of warm milk in his left hand and a freshly fried small oil stick by Butler Shelby in his right.
Golden and soft, it looked quite appetizing.
But the moment Mia caught the smell of the oil stick, she gently furrowed her brow yet didn’t stop her hand from drawing.
"You’re pretty fast." Justin came to her side, glanced at the paper, "Already a prototype, not surprising for a top designer."
The woman didn’t lift her head, "I’ll have to stay up all night for sure, he needs it urgently."
Justin said, "Then I’ll keep you company, I’ll bring the computer up in a bit. Here, drink the milk first." With that, he also handed over the warm little oil stick, "Your favorite."
Mia’s stomach turned, she almost threw up!
"What’s wrong?" This startled Justin Kingston, he quickly put down the cup and oil stick, and hugged her shoulders, "Are you alright?"
"Keep it away." Mia endured the discomfort and said to him, "I don’t like oil sticks lately, they make me nauseous." Oh dear, she’s about to throw up!
