Joe Heath also stopped in his tracks, looking at her in the dark.
"Is there anything you can't let go of in this country?" he asked.
Jasmine Yale fell silent for a few seconds, then shook her head.
"No, I'm an orphan."
"Yeah, better than having to deal with the mess back home, right? Your step-mother and sister are no walk in the park," Joe Heath persuaded, "Go abroad, I'll pave the way for you, you just work hard. Since it's my group, pick whatever position you like."
Something stirred in Jasmine Yale's heart.
If there was anything she couldn't let go of back home, it might be Little Chale...
But he was Sylvan Cheney's son, she should consider it carefully.
"Think about it, I'll give you time, but don't make me wait too long," said Joe Heath. "If you go to Sinkapore, I'll go too."
Jasmine Yale hesitated and didn't speak.
"Don't worry, I won't deceive you," Joe Heath reached out and patted her head. "Go up and get some sleep."
He stood at the entrance to the stairwell.
