As Sylvan Cheney left, the air suddenly fell silent.
Jasmine Yale looked out the window. Somehow, there was no snow in the city area, just gloom.
It seemed that Mt. Maple had a lower temperature, which led to such heavy snow.
Jasmine Yale drew the curtains and rummaged through the wardrobe for wool.
She promised to knit scarves for both Chale Cheney and Sylvan Cheney.
She chose a lovely tender yellow color for Chale Cheney and a low-key smoky grey for Sylvan Cheney.
It was the last thing she did for this father and son duo.
Years later, she was merely a passerby in their lives, soundlessly fading away.
She sat quietly on the sofa, knitting the scarves without uttering a word.
After leaving her place, Sylvan Cheney went to the Property Registration Office.
His mother's large inheritance had been handed to him by Spencer Childe, and he needed to guard against Teagan Cheney's unbridled ambitions.
