“Is it that surprising, dear sis?” Jasmine’s lips curled up as she watched Yvonne’s anger filled eyes. “I’ve been away for the past eight years. Do you think I would waste eight years doing nothing?”
“That’s impossible, Jasmine. You can never be a doctor.” Yvonne's voice trembled, not with fear, but with the same jealousy that had poisoned her mind since their childhood. “You are lying.”
A few nearby nurses and patients exchanged uneasy glances. Daniel shifted slightly, his expression turning cold, ready to intervene if needed. But Jasmine lifted a hand, stopping him gently.
Jasmine's gaze remained on her sister — calm, steady, unshaken.
“Still bitter after all these years, Yvonne. I thought you would have grown up.” Jasmine mocked as she leaned over.
“You…” Yvonne pointed a shaky fin
