Chapter 13. Who Do You Think You Are?

“I don’t need it.”

Sebastian’s tone was icy and dismissive as he barked, “I want to rest. All of you, get out!”

Pulling the covers over his face, he blocked out the world, refusing to engage further.

Yasmin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears at his blunt rejection. Grace hurriedly led her out of the room, whispering reassurances. “Yasmin, don’t take it to heart. You know how Sebastian is—his temper is terrible right now. Give him some time to cool off, and then you can visit him again.”

“Auntie, Sebastian is awake now, so there’s no need for a ‘luck-bringing’ bride anymore, right? Can’t you arrange for me to stay and take care of him instead? That woman doesn’t belong here—it drives me crazy just seeing her!”

Yasmin cast a hostile glance toward Caitlin, who was seated downstairs in the living room. For reasons Yasmin couldn’t explain, Caitlin’s very presence annoyed her to no end.

“Patience, Yasmin. Let me handle it,” Grace replied, smoothing over