Chale Cheney obediently let Jasmine Yale touch him.
"Is Jasy hungry...." the little one asked.
"Not hungry." Jasmine Yale's voice was weak, "Little Chale, have you been here a long time?"
"No, I was very happy to see Jasy, not for long."
Jasmine Yale laughed.
She didn't have much energy to speak, so she just kept stroking the little one's face.
In her heart, emotions were churning, unable to calm down for a long time.
Such a cute baby, only three years old, no mother, and now no father, what should he do...
He is still so young.
Joe Heath saw the signs of exhaustion in Jasmine Yale's eyes, and he sighed.
"Little Chale Cheney, how about you go play with Nurse Auntie? Uncle Heath has a few words with your Jasy." Joe Heath coaxed.
Chale Cheney obediently nodded, "So, should I come back later?"
"Yes, Uncle Heath will call you later."
"Ok."
Having said that, Joe Heath had someone take Chale Cheney out.
In the empty ward, only Joe Heath and Jasmine Yale were left.
