"She had watched him come all the way.
At a young age, he made a name for himself in the business world, single-handedly built his own empire, and possessed unrivaled status and power.
But only she knew how desolate his eyes looked when he drunkenly came home in the late hours of the evening.
Only she knew how cruel and brutal it was for him to lose his legs.
He was still so young.
'Everything will be better, there's still lots of hope.' Jasmine Yale consoled him feebly while crouching at his feet, like a kitten, 'You also have Little Chale. Things will get better, they will.'
'Jasy,' he gazed at her with deep seriousness, 'I won't interfere with your life anymore. Will you leave?'
'I...'
A sentence stuck in her throat.
She didn't utter a word for a long time.
Leave? Leave Landon?
In these troubling days after his accident, she had thought about trying harder to leave Landon, to pursue a postgraduate degree, or study abroad.
