On the other end, it was Butler Santana.
Butler Santana's voice was noticeably unsteady and anxious, "Mr. Cheney, the young master has a stomachache. We suspect food poisoning."
"Can't the whole family look after a child?" Sylvan Cheney's voice was low, his anger barely veiled.
"Mr. Cheney, all the ingredients were fresh. We can't figure out what went wrong." Butler Santana was helpless.
"Which hospital?"
Butler Santana quickly reported the name of the hospital and the room number.
Jasmine Yale heard Butler Santana's voice.
When she heard that Chale Cheney was in trouble, her heart ached uncontrollably.
Why would she feel this way? Jasmine Yale couldn't quite explain it...
During this period, she had been deliberately avoiding the kid.
The kid probably didn't even know she was back in Landon.
She tried to numb herself with indifference, but her feelings for Chale Cheney just wouldn't fade away.
