Mr Quinn's son

Jasmine Walker woke to the gentle morning light streaming through her window, illuminating the concerned faces of Pablo and Myra. "Good morning, my princess," Pablo said softly, his hand on her leg offering comfort.

"Rose is getting breakfast ready," Myra added, her voice laced with warmth.

Jasmine's mind still lingered on the painful conversation with Grandma the previous night. Her grandmother's harsh words had cut deep, but Jasmine refused to dwell on them.

"What's this all about?" Jasmine asked, her tone hinting at the unspoken elephant in the room.

Pablo's expression turned somber. "Jasmine, I hate to bring this up, but the doctor's report has me worried." His eyes, filled with sadness and affection, locked onto hers.

Jasmine's thoughts drifted to her limited time left. "Rose is getting breakfast ready, right? She'll be here to take care of you when I'm gone." A faint smile crossed her lips.

Myra's eyes welled up with tears. "We're not here to mock you, Jasmine. We're here to support you. Whatever you want to do with the time you have left, we'll support you." Her voice cracked.

Pablo placed a reassuring hand on Jasmine's shoulder. "We haven't given up on you, Jasmine. We just want to make the most of the time we have together."

Jasmine's gaze met Pablo's, her heart aching at the sight of his tears. "You two should get a grip on your emotions. You know I don't like seeing you sad."

Myra composed herself, wiping away tears. "I've stopped crying now. I promise."

Pablo stood, offering Myra his arm. "We'll leave now. We don't want to make you late for work."

As they exited, Jasmine collapsed onto her pillow, her thoughts swirling. She had avoided love to spare her family the pain of losing her, but now she realized her parents' love for her ran deeper than she thought.

At Xixi, Ashley approached Jasmine's desk. "Jasmine, I have an urgent family matter to attend to. Could you please deliver these files to the CEO's office?"

Jasmine took the files, still lost in thought. She made her way to the private elevator, her mind replaying the morning's events.

As the elevator reached the top floor, Jasmine stepped out and approached the CEO's door. She knocked twice, but received no response. Assuming no one was inside, she opened the door.

Inside, she found Micheal and Mr. Quinn engaged in a heated argument. Micheal's eyes locked onto Jasmine, and he swiftly composed himself. "I... I'll take it," he said firmly.

Jasmine dropped the files on the table and greeted Mr. Quinn before swiftly exiting.

Back at her desk, Jasmine's mind wandered.

How was Micheal connected to the CEO?

Whispers among her coworkers provided the answer: Micheal was Mr. Quinn's son.

Jasmine's thoughts returned to Micheal's intense gaze. What was behind his sudden acceptance of his father's proposal?

Micheal's thoughts mirrored Jasmine's. He had refused to take over the company, still haunted by his sister's disappearance. His father's words cut deep: "You've refused to give me grandsons, but please take over so I can rest in my old age."

The memory of his sister's disappearance fueled Micheal's determination. "If this is about taking over the company, I told you already, I'm not interested."

But then Jasmine walked in, and something shifted within him. He accepted his father's proposal without hesitation.

As Jasmine returned to her work, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to intersect with Micheal's in unexpected ways.

Jasmine couldn't focus on her work, her mind drifting back to Micheal and their brief encounter. She wondered what had sparked the argument between him and his father.

As the day wore on, Jasmine's thoughts turned to her own family dynamics. Her grandmother's harsh words still lingered, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the love and support from Pablo and Myra.

At lunchtime, Jasmine stepped out into the bustling city streets, seeking fresh air and clarity. She strolled through the park, watching children play and couples stroll hand-in-hand.

As she sat on a bench, lost in thought, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Jasmine felt a sense of peace wash over her, and for a moment, her worries faded.

Back at Xixi, Jasmine immersed herself in work, determined to make the most of her time. As the day drew to a close, she packed up her belongings and headed home.

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the city as Jasmine stepped into her apartment. Rose greeted her with a warm smile and a steaming plate of dinner.

"Hey, sis! How was your day?" Rose asked, concern etched on her face.

Jasmine forced a smile. "It was fine, Rose. Just work stuff."

Rose nodded, sensing there was more to the story. "You know I'm here for you, right?"

Jasmine's eyes welled up with tears. "I love you, Rose."

As they shared a tender moment, Pablo and Myra entered the room, their faces filled with love and support.

The evening unfolded with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to the tension Jasmine had witnessed between Micheal and his father.

Later that night, as Jasmine drifted off to sleep, her thoughts returned to Micheal. What secrets lay hidden behind his piercing gaze?

Meanwhile, across town, Micheal stood in his father's study, the weight of their conversation still settling.

"I mean it, Father. I'll take over the company, but not for the reasons you think," Micheal said, his voice firm.

Mr. Quinn's eyes narrowed. "And what reasons might those be?"

Micheal's gaze turned inward, his thoughts consumed by Jasmine Walker,the woman he saved at a bar the previous day.

"I'll do it for myself, and for the people who truly matter."

The room fell silent, the tension between them palpable.