"Charles Mcintosh." Sylvan Cheney called out lightly.
"Master, I'm here."
"Go buy that biscuit."
"Okay."
Charles Mcintosh knew that Sylvan Cheney hadn't slept at all on the way, he was just resting with his eyes shut.
Sylvan Cheney walked to the dining table, where a hearty breakfast had already been prepared.
However, it seemed rather tasteless.
...
Jasmine Yale didn't sleep well all night; it was almost dawn before she dozed off.
But as soon as she did, she would dream of Little Chale clutching the corner of her clothes, crying pitifully.
"Jasy, don't leave me, don't abandon baby alone..."
A cry like that always startled her awake.
She checked her phone. There was still no message from Mr. Yale.
She didn't know if she had offended Mr. Yale. Last night, she had just said, "I will take care of Little Chale, Mr. Yale, please give me a chance."
Later, when there was no response, she sent a few messages, "Mr. Yale, are you there?"
Still, there was no reply.
