Chapter 40

"If you don't want to go in, you can just wait outside," Caleb said to Yasmin when they reached the door. "Why?" Yasmin lifted her head to look at Caleb. She asked, "Mr. Grant Senior said you're trying to protect me. Is that true?" Caleb pursed his lips, not saying a word. Yasmin looked at the loft's door and laughed bitterly. "Your mother doesn't approve of me. I have no right to see her." He frowned. "Yasmin, you're my legal wife. You don't need her approval. You don't have to put up with her." "Let's go." Yasmin simply lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped inside. If she didn't go in, Corine would most likely send someone to "escort" her in. Inside, Corine was dressed in a long white satin gown. To her right was a black and white memorial portrait. She stared blankly at it, seemingly lost in thought. Her features were well-defined yet soft. She was the definition of a refined lady. Nevertheless, despite her beauty, there was an undeniable sense of emptiness about her. "Mo