If he won't speak up, she doesn't want to say anything either.
"If you don't have anything to say, I need to go home," Jasmine Yale said, "Don't expect me to plead with Mr. Cheney on your behalf."
"Jasmine, is there really no other way? Kamila told me that Mr. Cheney treats you well."
Desperate, Kaine Zahir blurted out!
Jasmine Yale's face fell instantly, and she gave a cold laugh.
So that was his motive.
Kamila Zahir was his daughter, was she not his too?
She didn't understand, how was her mother inferior to Nancy Emmett?
"Your daughter Kamila doesn't have a good head on her shoulders, do you believe everything she says?"
A mocking curve found its way to the corners of Jasmine Yale's lips.
Kaine Zahir choked up immediately.
"Jasmine, she may not be as smart as you...But she's your sister too...Aunt Gari was very good to you before, you don't know, when you disappeared, Aunt Gari cried for many days, she couldn't even eat."
Jasmine Yale frowned.
