This rare explanation, all for the mistress, was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly stabbing her heart, again and again, leaving her bleeding.

He kept mentioning how Hailey was pregnant and needed to be well cared for, his every word showing how much he cherished her. And what about her?

She was also pregnant. Was she just meant to be ostracized? Today, she had truly witnessed what it meant to be pampered and protected, and what it meant to be discarded like an old shoe.

Yasmin had to restrain herself from trembling, gritting her teeth to suppress the overwhelming sense of grievance and bitterness in her heart. The Fisher family was the wealthiest in Hawthorne City, but Young Madam Fisher was being excluded everywhere. It would be laughable if word got out.

And yet, the future head of the Fisher family was backing the mistress.

As for her, the Jenkins family had fallen, her mother was gravely ill, and her brother had gone missing. What right did she have to stand against Caleb?

Yasmin forced a smile, her eyes cold. "Mr. Fisher is generous and thoughtful toward his girlfriend. I can only wish you both well."

With that, she turned and prepared to go to her office to pack her things.

Hailey, however, called out to her.

"Director Jenkins, I’m so sorry! You must come to dinner tonight! Whatever you want to eat, we’ll order for you. I’ll have Bro Caleb pour you a few extra drinks, thank you for letting me use the office~"

Though her face appeared apologetic about taking Yasmin's office, every word she spoke seemed to be asserting her dominance.

Fifteen minutes before the end of the workday, Caleb arrived. His car was already arranged, waiting in the parking lot to inform everyone.

Hailey was overjoyed, enjoying the attention and care she was receiving from him, unable to hide her smile.

Yasmin had no intention of going. There was no point; it would only make her feel worse. She was packing her bag, preparing to leave for the day.

"Director Jenkins, why don’t you ride with Bro Caleb and me?" Hailey linked her arm with Caleb’s, smiling sweetly at her.

"I have something at home, so I won’t be going," Yasmin replied.

Hailey pursed her lips, her eyes drooping slightly, looking unhappy. "Oh, I see..."

She bit her lip and then looked at Yasmin with a pitiful expression. "Director Jenkins, are you still upset about the office thing?"

Hailey was practically taking advantage of the situation while acting innocent. Yasmin couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to her with a cold smile. "Am I really the kind of person who would hold a grudge over such a small thing in Doctor Sutton’s eyes? Or do you think I’m the type of person who harbors petty thoughts?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hailey’s face flushed red. She hadn’t expected Yasmin, who seemed so easy-going, to suddenly turn sharp. Her eyes began to water. "I didn’t mean it... How could you think that of me?"

Seeing his little girl embarrassed, Caleb’s expression shifted ever so slightly, turning cold. "You’re Hailey’s doctor. You’re looking after her pregnancy, so you should come along. After hours, the cost will be additional, I’ll pay you twenty thousand per hour."

Hailey tugged at Caleb’s sleeve, her voice soft and sweet. "Bro Caleb, it’s too expensive... Let’s not, okay?"

Caleb gently patted the little girl’s head, his actions filled with affection. "You’re the most important. No amount of money is worth more than your happiness and the baby’s health."

Yasmin’s hand clenched tightly around her bag. Back when she didn’t have a salary, she had asked Caleb for two thousand to get through her hospital internship. He had told her that if she wanted money, she should stay home and be a good housewife.

But now, for Hailey, he was throwing around billions. She, the legitimate wife, was now relying on the mistress’s influence to get her husband’s money.

It was nothing short of humiliation and irony.

Yasmin took a deep breath, a searing pain coursing through her nerves, making it hard to breathe.

She wanted to refuse, but she remembered that her mother at VitalCare Rehabilitation had just started using the special medication, and money was desperately needed. Plus, Isabella’s debts still had to be paid.

In the end, she relented, bowing to the pressure of money.

They arrived at the underground parking lot.

Without thinking, Yasmin reached for the front passenger door.

"Sis Yasmin, that’s my spot—"