That night, Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale were inseparable.
When they went for a walk, Sylvan Cheney brought only Jasmine Yale along.
Chale Cheney cried in jealousy, but there was nothing he could do, Elder Cheney didn't fall for it!
Chale Cheney looked pitiful.
Once Elder Cheney returned, he became irrelevant and Jasy was taken from him.
He could only stare blankly at Riceball.
"Mr. Cheney, don't you plan on returning to the Cheney Residence?" Jasmine Yale asked.
The Cheney Residence was the ancestral home of the Cheney Family, a symbol of power, status, and prestige.
The place was scenic, boasting clear mountains and pristine waters.
What was most important, Sylvan Cheney had lived there for thirty years and his feelings for the place were naturally deep-rooted.
"That's a matter for later."
"Oh."
Seeing that Jasmine Yale didn't want to chat with him, she obediently kept quiet.
She pushed his wheelchair, strolling with him in the heated glass corridor.
