Laurence looked at the mass amounts of comments that people were writing against him, and he could not help but frown. The public had spoken, and they had found him guilty. His daughter, Jasmine, was with him, and she tried to comfort him. “Daddy,” she said, “don’t be sad. I’ll be with you, no matter what.”
“Jasmine,” Laurence replied, “you will always be my sweet bean. Unlike Julie, that rebellious daughter----”
Suddenly, Laurence could not speak. His heart sped up, and his face turned red.
Jasmine hastily opened the drawer and took out his medicine bottle. She poured out two tablets, stuffed them into his mouth, and poured a glass of water for him. Once he had the medicine in him, he began to gradually recover. He leaned against the chair and, lo
