She still remembered, every time he returned from abroad, she would eagerly run to the door, helping him with his suitcase and coat.
She behaved more industriously than even a servant.
Pain jabbed at her heart again.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. Jasmine Yale looked up, her hand trembling.
Sylvan Cheney?
After hesitating for about ten seconds, she picked it up.
"Mr. Cheney."
"Where are you?"
"…"
"Where the hell are you?!"
Fury was clear in his tone.
Like a burning inferno, furious and fierce, leaving nothing in its path.
Jasmine Yale's shoulders quivered, her throat was dry, and she was unable to speak.
"Did you quit your job?" he suppressed his rage.
Jasmine felt a jolt in her heart.
She had left her resignation letter on Sister Penny's desk yesterday, so Sister Penny should have seen it when she arrived at work today.
But surprisingly, Sylvan Cheney also knew.
She didn't understand what he was angry about. She was resigning, how was it any of his business?