Jasmine Yale felt strangely calm in her heart, at least, he would rescue Little Chale.
He was not entirely heartless.
Or should she say... is Little Chale really his son?
No, impossible, Little Chale would never lie to her...
The man was in high spirits as he sent the address to Sylvan Cheney.
"Get them blindfolded!" the man ordered sternly.
"Little Chale!" cried Jasmine Yale.
"Jasy, Jasy...."
In the next second, their eyes were all covered, and one of them snatched Chale Cheney from Jasmine Yale's arms.
Jasmine Yale's blood ran cold at that moment.
The feeling was exactly the same as three years ago.
She was powerless when her child was taken away!
She was so useless!
Useless!
"Jasy, Jasy... I want Jasy ..." Chale Cheney screamed desperately.
"Shut up!"
"Little Chale! Give Little Chale back to me!" Jasmine Yale cried out in pain.
Her voice was hoarse, painful, and choked...
In this open space, it drifted on and on...
