Jasmine Yale glanced at Chale Cheney, then looked at the wall in the living room and then dropped her gaze to the objects on the coffee table.
All the while, Sylvan Cheney stared unabashedly at her.
Jasmine could distinctly feel two piercing gazes aimed at her.
She nervously wrung her hands.
"Don't you have anything to say to me? Hmm?" Sylvan asked her.
"How is your leg.... Is it fine now? Didn't Doctor Delaney say it was serious? That's what you said..." This was Jasmine's most surprising question.
The Sylvan Cheney in front of her seemed perfectly fine, just like before.
Where are the signs of serious disability now?
A liar and a cheat.
"Want to know?" Slyvan raised an eyebrow.
Jasmine nodded her head.
"Go to the bedroom. I'll tell you everything."
"I don't want to." Jasmine refused outright.
"Then let it be." Sylvan fell silent.
