The Frozen Heart

“Jasmine!” A voice echoed in Jasmine Carters ears. She wanted to open her eyes and see who was calling her so anxiously, but her eyelids felt heavy, and her mind was foggy.

Suddenly, she felt someone lift her up, and a commanding voice rang above her, “Get a helicopter here immediately!”

“Mr. Harrison, this is the city; a helicopter cant land here,” came the reply.

The voice roared back, “Then get her to the hospital as fast as possible!”

“Jasmine, don’t sleep! Daddy’s here, open your eyes and look at Daddy.” Mr. Harrison held Jasmine tightly as he rushed down the stairs. His voice made her feel a bit more alert.

Daddy?

What’s going on?

Just then, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, jolting her muddled thoughts into clarity. She slowly opened her eyes and met a handsome face.

“Jasmine.” Mr. Harrisons face lit up with joy as he carefully placed her in the back seat of a car and urged the driver, “We need to reach the nearest hospital in five minutes!”

“Yes, yes!” The driver pressed the gas pedal, and the car roared to life.

“Jasmine, look at me, focus on Daddy.” Mr. Harrison noticed Jasmines dazed expression, and his face grew increasingly worried. One hand was holding her injured wrist, which was bleeding profusely.

Jasmine followed his gaze to her wrist, blinking in confusion.

Mr. Harrison quickly covered her eyes with his other hand. “Don’t look, we’ll be at the hospital soon. Daddy’s here; nothing will happen to you.”

After a moment, he added, “I didn’t know you liked that guy so much. As long as you get better, Daddy will agree to anything.”

Jasmine stared at the man in front of her, who looked to be in his forties or perhaps younger. He wore a sharp suit, and his pristine white shirt was stained with a few drops of blood, which looked quite out of place.

During this moment of confusion, Jasmine suddenly received a flood of information from this world. She couldn’t help but close her eyes for a moment and then opened them again, her dazed expression replaced with shock.

She had somehow entered a book!

In her previous life, Jasmine was a koi spirit, aiming to transform into a human. Just as she was about to succeed, her fishbowl shattered, and her dreams were cut short.

Upon waking up, she found herself in a world of cultivation, which thrilled her. She was reborn as a talented disciple in a renowned sect, and her goal shifted to achieving immortality through hard work.

However, just as she reached the pinnacle of her power, a breach in the dimensional barrier allowed a powerful demon race to invade. To protect her sect, she fought valiantly against several demon kings until her energy was depleted, leading to her demise.

And now, she opened her eyes to find herself here.

Jasmine thought, “...”

She should be happy; after all, she had been given a second chance at life.

After a few seconds of sorting through the overwhelming information in her mind, she realized she hadn’t become the main character of the book but rather the same-named supporting character.

This revelation shocked her: the original character had four doting fathers, each with impressive backgrounds.

In the book, Jasmine was spoiled by her four fathers, developing a bratty and willful personality, wanting everyone to revolve around her.

She had a crush on the impoverished but handsome male lead, who, unfortunately, was in love with the female lead, the “white moonlight.” Unable to win his affection, she constantly clashed with the female lead and even pressured her wealthy father to force the male lead into a relationship.

The original characters actions led to her fathers meeting tragic ends, leaving her vulnerable and ultimately discarded by the male lead, ending up in a nursing home, suffering until her death upon seeing the male lead happily married to the female lead.

Jasmine thought, “...”

The author of this book truly favored the main characters.

As for the pain in her wrist, according to the books plot, the original character had fallen for the male lead, Ethan, but was rejected. After learning that he liked the female lead, she sought revenge, inadvertently injuring herself in the process.

In a fit of rage, she had attempted to threaten her wealthy father, Mr. Harrison, leading to a series of tragic events.

Jasmine thought, “...”

She wanted to curse the original character, but since she had become her, it wouldn’t make sense to insult herself, so she held back her frustration.

Noticing Jasmine staring at him blankly, Mr. Harrison’s expression darkened as he turned to the driver, “Are we at the hospital yet?”

“Almost there!” The driver replied, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m fine,” Jasmine finally managed to say, her voice weak. The worry and urgency in Mr. Harrison’s eyes filled her with a strange sense of guilt.

Although the original character was difficult, her four fathers genuinely cared for her. Now that she had taken over this identity, using terminology from her cultivation world, she had essentially usurped someone elses life.

With that in mind—

“I’m sorry.” Jasmine raised her uninjured hand and weakly grasped the edge of Mr. Harrison’s suit.

She wanted to tell Mr. Harrison that she hadn’t meant to take over his daughter’s identity, but the frail body made it difficult to express herself. Just as she spoke, darkness enveloped her once more.

When she awoke again, everything was white. She moved her hand slightly, and a cold, emotionless voice pierced the silence, “If you’re awake, stop pretending.”

“You can save your tricks. No matter how wealthy your family is, I will never accept you. Just looking at you makes me sick. If you still have any sense of decency, please don’t bother me again.” The voice continued, “And I’m not someone you can toy with.”

Jasmine was taken aback.

“Pretending not to know me? Is that a new act?” The voice dripped with sarcasm. “Unfortunately, your acting skills are too poor and utterly disgusting.”

Jasmine finally saw the speaker. In a world filled with beautiful beings, this person would barely stand out. If compared to the male lead, Ethan, he wasn’t even close.

In the original book, Ethan was known for his sharp tongue.

And there was a scene in the book where Mr. Harrison, furious after hearing Ethan’s insults towards his daughter, ordered his bodyguards to teach him a lesson.

Jasmine blinked, “Do you know what happened to the last person who dared to speak to me like that?”

Ethan’s eyes were filled with undisguised disdain. “What are you? Just a spoiled brat born into wealth.”

Jasmine thought, “...”

It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to her like that. In her previous life, her high cultivation level commanded respect.

Though she was generally mild-mannered, being insulted like this felt wrong.

Given the current situation, it seemed the original character hadn’t even begun her antics yet. Ethan’s words were not just sharp but downright cruel.

“What gives you the right to speak to my daughter like that?” A cold voice interrupted from the doorway. Mr. Harrison and two tall bodyguards stood at the entrance, looking at Ethan as if he were nothing more than a piece of trash.

Ethan smirked, “Did I say something wrong?”

“Daddy.” Jasmine called out to Mr. Harrison, who froze in shock, his eyes wide.

Since Jasmine had entered her rebellious phase, she had become increasingly willful, even addressing her four fathers by their first names.

Mr. Harrison hadn’t heard Jasmine call him “Daddy” in a long time, and he felt a surge of pride.

“I’m in so much pain.” Jasmine said, her eyes glistening with tears, clutching her chest in a feigned display of sorrow.

—Having just entered this world, Jasmine had been careful to maintain her cover, but her acting was already far superior to the original character’s.

As expected, upon seeing his precious daughter in distress, Mr. Harrison’s earlier joy faded. He gestured dismissively, “Just don’t get hurt too badly.”

The bodyguards approached Ethan, who had some martial arts training but was no match for professionals.

“Daddy, I’m scared.” Jasmine curled up in her blanket, trembling.

“Jasmine, don’t be afraid.” Mr. Harrison gently patted her back through the covers, not turning his head as he ordered, “Take him away.”

The room fell silent, with Ethan’s muffled protests echoing down the hallway—Mr. Harrison had taken Jasmine to his private hospital, where no one would dare question the actions of the boss’s bodyguards.

Mr. Harrison anxiously asked Jasmine, “What hurts? Tell Daddy.”

“I feel much better now.” Jasmine replied.

Mr. Harrison hesitated and then