"What are you saying? What do you mean by staying as her Aunt Susan?" Susan stared at Yasmin with
rage and shock.
She didn't understand why Yasmin had called her to the hospital just to force her to listen to a bunch of
nonsense.
Yasmin still appeared to be calm as she stared at Susan's infuriated expression. "You know that's not
what I meant. Or are you going to tell me that you still don't know how Ian feels about you? Do you really
think he still treats you as his aunt?"
She went straight to the point, which bewildered Susan.
Susan's eyes widened. Her mind was blank, and her gaze was fixed on the woman in front of her for a
few seconds.
"You're insane!"
"Am I? You should know if that is true or not. I did think he simply saw you as his aunt at first, but I was
wrong. The way he looked at you was different," Yasmin recounted.
It was raining outside when she first saw the two of them in the cafeteria. Zaylynn had ordered a table full
of food for Ian after she thought she had chased Yasmin away.
However, Ian didn't care about that at all.
It wasn't until Susan showed up that his eyes sparkled like the brightest stars in the cosmos.
In any case, it was Yasmin's first time seeing someone as cold as him being so enthusiastic about
meeting someone.
It was also then that she started to dislike Susan.
"You're lying. Ian, h-he's just my nephew. We're relatives. That's why he's happy and will protect me
when he sees me," Susan uttered as she suppressed the emotions in her heart while clenching her fists.
Yasmin smiled and advised, "I'm just reminding you about it. You can accept it or leave it be. If you really
don't want to have that kind of relationship with him, then I suggest you stop treating him nicely. The
better you treat him, the more he falls in love with you. When that time comes, if his father really
disapproves of his relationship with you, it'll probably be catastrophic for him emotionally."
At that moment, she had really let everything go. She had asked Susan to visit her because she
genuinely wanted to give that advice.
Ever since she turned herself in and her brother died, she had learned a few more things about the
situation from Kurt.
He had told her that because of her brother's death, Ian had locked himself in his room for three days
straight
and almost didn't leave at all. It wasn't until Sebastian woke up and helped Ian that Ian slowly recovered.
Susan finally fell silent.
Her face turned completely pale in just a few seconds. It was as though her heart had finally been
stabbed by something that was always there.
She didn't want to admit it, but at that moment, she could feel nothing but cold sweat running down her
body.
"Times up, Yasmin," the police officer, who was standing outside waiting for her, said.
Yasmin stood up, brushed the hair on her forehead aside, and prepared to leave.
"Why did you tell me all of this?" The voice coming from behind her stopped her in her tracks.
"Because"-she glanced back-"you're not the only person who likes him. Right now, I'm going to pay for
my sins by going to jail, but at the same time, I hope he can lead a happy life."
It was a simple reason, yet it was one that didn't come to her until she had learned how to let go of
everything.
Susan watched her leave before sitting in her spot, basking in the golden sunlight next to the window.
There she remained for a long time as she digested that astounding revelation.
A week later, summer vacation finally arrived.
Ian left the school building and, instead of returning to the apartment as usual, headed to the moped
parking spot.
He still didn't know how to ride it.
Or perhaps it would be more precise to say he didn't want to ride it and only wanted to be a passenger.
After he waited for a while, a pair of siblings approached him. Each of them was carrying a big pile of
books. They looked as though they weren't coming back the next semester to study.
"You're already out, Ian? How did you do on the exam?" Susan asked with a smile when she noticed
him.
It was pretty clear the books were weighing her down with how strained her smile was.
They all had an exam before the holiday, and she had just finished hers.
Ian raised his eyebrow before silently and helpfully carrying the books in her arms.
Timothy smiled. "Come on, Ian. Help your Uncle Timothy carry some books, too."
Ian shot a piercing glare at Timothy, which effectively shut him up.
Susan drove the moped while Ian sat behind. As for Timothy, he drove another one by himself. Right as
they were about to set off, Zaylynn approached them.
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