Who is he? He is Sylvan Cheney, such a proud man.
"Can it be cured, right?" Jasmine Yale suddenly asked nervously, "You must know many famous doctors, both domestic and international."
Sylvan Cheney scoffed, his lips curving into a smile.
"I'm afraid, you won't see the old Sylvan Cheney anymore."
His words made Jasmine Yale's nose sting, and her throat constrict.
Will she never see the healthy Sylvan Cheney again? Impossible…
"Medical technology is so advanced now, there must be a remedy. Little Chale is still waiting to play with you, to go shopping together…"
Jasmine Yale squatted down, in front of his wheelchair.
Her gaze was intense, her eyes red.
When she squatted down, Sylvan Cheney could reach her.
His broad hand rested on her head, and he contentedly patted her.
"Jasy, don't be silly."
Jasmine Yale felt a lump in her heart, why didn't he say anything to comfort her?
She really didn't want to see him like this.
Why couldn't he lie to her?
