Chapter 17 Timothy looked at me with displeasure and said , " Daphne's so young . What does she know ? Are her words really worth getting upset over ? " Not only did he not discipline his precious daughter , but he also lifted her back onto his lap and personally fed her . Yasmin smiled , her demeanor gentle as she said , " Ms. York , Daphne has been watching too many period dramas lately , so don't take her words to heart . By the way , the royal jelly that Tim bought at the auction the other day was delicious . I saved some for you . I'll have Laura bring it to you later . " I returned the same faux smile and said , " It's fine . I'm not used to second - hand things . Unlike you , I'm picky . " With that , I returned to my room with my cooker and utensils . I could rely on myself to be content . Soon , I cooked a bowl of pasta with meatballs . It tasted pretty good . After eating , I started thinking about what Heather had told me the other day . How was I going to find out what assets Timothy had ? And how was I going to prove that Daphne was his and Yasmin's biological child ? As I sorted through my thoughts , I realized that the second task was easier than the first . Since I was living in this villa , I'd have plenty of opportunities to collect their hair samples for a DNA test . Figuring out Timothy's assets proved to be trickier . I searched online for divorce cases that might apply to my situation with Timothy , but none seemed like a good fit . I knew that divorcing him wouldn't happen overnight . I couldn't rush it . So , I showered and prepared for bed , deciding to think more about this tomorrow . ? Just as my head hit the pillow , I heard barking coming from the villa's courtyard . I had always been a light sleeper -when Timothy got up to use the restroom at night , his footsteps alone would wake me .. The barking went on relentlessly , giving me a headache . At first , I thought it was from a stray dog . But when I pulled back the curtain to check , I saw Timothy and Yasmin in the courtyard . They were walking a dog with Daphne . It was a large white Labrador that was almost as big as Daphne herself . I hadn't realized that they'd started keeping a dog in the villa . A dog had bitten me as a child , and ever since , I had avoided them at all costs . Timothy knew this . Back when we used to go out together , he would cover my ears and tell me to hide in his arms if we saw a dog or heard barking . But the current Timothy no longer cared about my feelings . All he cared about was whether Yasmin and Daphne were happy . I silently drew the curtains , stuffed earbuds in my ears , and tried to block out the irritating noise . They didn't walk the dog for long , and the barking eventually stopped . But for some reason , I just couldn't fall asleep . I tossed and turned until dawn , unable to drift off , I thought it was just a one - off bout of insomnia , but I couldn't sleep at all for the next few days . Every time I closed my eyes , I was taken back to the day I gave birth to my stillborn daughter . I sobbed , wanting to see her , only to be told that Timothy had already sent her body to the crematorium because he was afraid I'd be heartbroken . I had held onto that tiny urn for three years . But now , it was no longer intact . The memory of seeing the broken urn lying on the floor replayed in my mind over and over . 1/2 Chapter 17 +25 BONUS During the day , the sleepless nights left me exhausted , unmotivated , and glum . Only then did I realize that I might be sick . To confirm my suspicions , I went to the hospital and saw a psychiatrist . After hearing my story , he told me that I had post - traumatic stress disorder and needed immediate psychological counseling . Otherwise , it could turn into severe depression . But the doctor's treatment method was " desensitization " . In other words , he needed me to speak aloud about the things I didn't want to recall , the people I didn't want to mention , and the stark contrast between my happy past and my painful present .