"No." Jasmine Yale denied.
This is not a police patrol.
"Get back quickly, don't let the little fellow wait anxiously, he sounds like he misses you a lot."
"I miss him a lot too." Jasmine Yale laughed.
Not seeing him for a day, already made her miss him so much.
Even though he wasn't her own child, she really wanted to see him.
She didn't quite understand her own reaction.
In these three years, she met many children, but none of them elicited a reaction as strong as Chale Cheney did.
Maybe because he is Sylvan Cheney's child, and the baby that she lost was also Sylvan Cheney's flesh and blood.
They share the same blood.
When she left the hospital, it was already late.
It was exactly rush hour when she returned to the villa around seven-thirty in the evening.
As soon as she entered, she saw two figures, one big and one small, waiting for her.
The little one was holding chopsticks, fiddling with them, mumbling something under his breath.
