She knew that Chale Cheney had made many calls to her.
But she had turned off her phone and didn't reply to any of them.
"Miss Yale, the little master really likes you. Children are so innocent, his affection for you is genuine," sighed Butler Santana.
Jasmine Yale moved her lips, her face was gloomy, and she didn't know what to say.
Obviously, Butler Santana was unaware of her situation with Sylvan Cheney.
Even fewer people knew about her pregnancy.
If Butler Santana knew that her child was aborted by Sylvan, would he still say those words?
She held the cup, her hand was trembling.
"Miss Yale, you don't know how anxious the little master has been when you didn't pick up his calls. He was crying. He refused to sleep or eat, and kept calling your name," Butler Santana took a deep sigh, "He's been crying out your name."
The words were a stab in Jasmine Yale's heart.
It hurt.
She could imagine the scene -
