Chale Cheney just nodded his head, agreeing to the proposition.
Butler Santana quickly handed him the prepared food, with his favorite dishes added.
Chale Cheney obediently began eating, but he was still distracted.
He wanted to talk to Jasy...
He wanted to hug and cuddle with Jasy...
The more he wanted, the more upset he became. With his little head hung down, he didn't really feel like eating.
He decided to tell Elder Cheney.
In his heart, Elder Cheney was omnipotent. He would definitely know what had happened to Jasy.
With this thought in mind, he snuck away to the telephone while Butler Santana was not around as he was eating.
It took a while for someone to pick up on the other end.
"Hello."
"Dad."
"What's wrong?" Sylvan Cheney's voice was gentle.
"Dad, Jasy is sick, she hasn't woken up all day, I miss her."
"What?" Sylvan Cheney's face tightened.
"Dad… I want to play with her…" Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes, feeling wronged.
"I understand."
