As much as she didn't want to, Jasmine Yale had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Upon seeing Jasmine leave, Chale Cheney sat alone on the steps, silently watching Jasmine's receding figure.
He felt so upset...
Reluctant to part.
Reluctant to part.
"Jasy..."
A layer of mist formed in his big eyes, causing them to turn red.
Yet, his Jasy had gone without looking back.
Not far from the entrance of the nursery, a dark blue BMW was parked.
Lana Fern, sitting in the driver's seat, sporting dark sunglasses, didn't pick up her cell phone until Jasmine had reached the subway station.
"Sis."
"Lana, why are you calling me so early? Cough, cough."
Yolanda hadn't yet fallen asleep, but she had just taken her medicine and was getting ready for bed.
"Sister, do you have a cold? Are you feeling better?"
"It's okay, just a slight cold, perhaps because of the chill. My condition is just the same as always, you know."
