Chapter 7 Are You That Unwilling To Give Birth To The Fulton Family's Offspring?

• Jasmine's heart stirred, her gaze fell on the two joined hands, then she raised her head and looked at the tall man beside her in surprise.
• However, Michael did not even acknowledge Jasmine's presence and confidently entered the Fulton family's large house.
• When Aunt Quincy, who was inside the house, spotted Jasmine and Michael entering, she hurriedly greeted them, "Young man, young lady, you have arrived. Old Madam has been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
• "Very well, thank you Aunt Quincy," Jasmine politely responded to Aunt Quincy's greeting.
• At the entrance, Jasmine and Michael exchanged their shoes for house slippers and proceeded hand in hand into the living room.
• Upon seeing them enter together, Grandma Fulton, who was seated on the sofa, expressed great joy. Her face was filled with smiles as she beckoned Jasmine to sit beside her.
• "Jasmine, come quickly and sit beside Grandma," she said.
• "Grandma, you have such high standards. I am almost envious of Jasmine," Michael remarked, releasing Jasmine's hand and smiling.
• "You spoiled child, have you been mistreating Jasmine again lately?" Grandma Fulton's expression turned serious upon seeing Michael, and she began to lecture him.
• This time, Jasmine spoke up first. "Grandma, you have misunderstood. Michael has not mistreated me. He has been very good to me."
• "You foolish child, if you are being mistreated, you must inform Grandma," Grandma Fulton gently patted Jasmine's hand.
• "Grandma, I am not being mistreated," Jasmine assured as she sat down next to Grandma Fulton, still clutching her handbag.
• "Oh yes, Jasmine, has your menstrual cycle arrived this month?" Grandma Fulton abruptly interrupted her words, her sharp gaze fixed on Jasmine.
• Jasmine froze upon hearing Grandma's question. She instinctively clutched her handbag tighter, her cheeks flushing, and nodded honestly.
• Grandma Fulton let out a sigh, disappointment evident in her eyes. "Jasmine, coincidentally, I have invited a doctor here today. He specializes in gynecology. After you finish eating, let the doctor examine you."
• "Grandma... This?" Jasmine gasped, her heart racing.
• "It's alright, Jasmine. Doctor Quinn is a renowned gynecologist. Mrs. Hannah's daughter-in-law initially struggled to conceive, but after being examined by Doctor Quinn and taking some medication, she managed to get pregnant in the second month," Grandma Fulton reassured Jasmine.
• Jasmine furrowed her brows and lowered her head. She understood what Grandma was implying - she wanted the doctor to check if there was a problem with her body, if she was unable to conceive...
• However, it was not that she couldn't conceive; it was Michael who did not give her the opportunity.
• "Grandma, is Doctor Quinn a man or a woman?" Michael interjected casually, his hand tapping rhythmically on the edge of the sofa, revealing his true emotions.
• "Foolish child, Doctor Quinn is a man," Grandma Fulton replied with a smile.
• "A man? Then I do not allow it. Jasmine is my wife, and no other man, regardless of who they are, is allowed to touch her!" Michael's gaze shifted towards Jasmine as he spoke loudly and arrogantly.
• "Doctor Quinn specializes in treating gynecology patients and has seen numerous daughters-in-law from wealthy families. He will not do anything inappropriate to Jasmine. Foolish child, what are you thinking?" Grandma Fulton frowned, displeased with Michael's resistance.
• "No, I do not agree," Michael's tone conveyed his refusal to be persuaded. "Grandma, if you insist on having the doctor examine Jasmine, I will take her home right now."
• Michael stood up from the sofa, his tall figure taking a few steps towards Jasmine. He reached out and grabbed her hand, intending to pull her up from the sofa.
• Jasmine nervously looked at Michael, subconsciously swallowing her saliva as her heart raced.
• Indeed, she should not allow the doctor to examine her. If she were to be examined, the doctor would immediately discover that she was taking birth control pills. And if Grandma were to find out, she would surely be furious. "Jasmine, why are you still sitting there?" Michael looked at Jasmine with a displeased expression.
• Jasmine bit her lip and allowed Michael to pull her to her feet. She spoke apologetically, "Grandma..."
• "Jasmine, do you share Michael's decision? Do you also refuse to be examined by the doctor?" Grandma Fulton's expression turned gloomy, her tone indicating her suppressed anger.
• "Grandma... I... I'm sorry..." Jasmine's face turned red and hot, her palms sweaty from nervousness.
• Until now, Grandma had always been kind to her. She had even helped Jasmine marry Michael. But now, she could not comply with Grandma's wishes.
• Grandma furrowed her brows and forcefully hit the edge of the sofa with her hand. "Jasmine, are you starting to defy me?"
• "Grandma... I..." Jasmine's emotions were in turmoil. Just as she was about to speak, her handbag slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, revealing a pack of red pills.
• The pills were the birth control pills she had just purchased...
• Jasmine was shocked and hurriedly bent down to pick up the medicine pack. However, it was too late. Grandma had already seen the pills.
• "Jasmine! Explain to me, what is the meaning of those pills? You are taking birth control pills... Are you so unwilling to bear the Fulton family's heirs?" Grandma Fulton was furious, her breath ragged as she stared at Jasmine in disbelief.
• Jasmine bit her lip, feeling as though countless needles were piercing her heart under Grandma's gaze.
• She picked up the pills from the floor and placed them back in her bag.
• Her biggest mistake today was not taking the pills immediately and disposing of the pack right away.
• Initially, she had intended to take them as soon as she bought them from the pharmacy. However, when she opened the packet, she suddenly hesitated.
• Jasmine looked up at Grandma guiltily. "Grandma, those pills are..."
• But before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Michael interrupted her in a cold voice. "Jasmine, didn't Ines tell you to dispose of the pill pack? Why do you still have it in your bag?"
• Grandma Fulton, an astute woman, could not possibly fail to realize that the two young individuals before her were pretending. She took a deep breath. "Jasmine, is what Michael said true? Are those pills not yours?"
• Jasmine felt a heavy weight in her heart. She furrowed her brows, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded. However, she dared not meet Grandma's gaze, afraid that her lie would be exposed.
• "Very well, Jasmine. I have some advice for you. Come with me upstairs," Grandma said firmly, rising from the sofa and grabbing her cane. Her sharp gaze swept across the director and his wife before she turned and ascended the stairs.
• "Yes, Grandma," Jasmine took a deep breath, placed her bag on the sofa, and stepped forward to follow her grandmother upstairs.
• Before she could take a few steps, a hand grabbed her wrist from behind. Jasmine halted, surprised, and turned to face Michael.
• "Grandma seems very angry. Be careful," Michael held her hand and cautioned.
• "Yes," Jasmine felt her heart warm, gratitude filling her face without her realizing it.
• "You do not need to show gratitude like that, Jasmine . I merely wanted to remind you to be cautious and not let anything slip," Michael lowered his voice. After speaking, he coldly brushed away Jasmine's hand as if he was not the one concerned for her well-being.
• "Jasmine, why have you not come upstairs yet?" Grandma's firm voice resonated from the room above.
• Jasmine dared not dwell on her thoughts any longer. With an uneasy heart, she hurriedly ascended the stairs.