Jasmine Yale didn't utter a word, allowing him to reprimand her mercilessly.
In front of him, they were never on equal terms.
When he scolded her, she could only endure it, rather than getting angry or acting spoiled.
This time, no matter how Sylvan Cheney chastised her, she neither spoke nor resisted.
However, she didn't admit her fault.
Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth, holding back her tears to keep them from falling further.
The scarf around her neck was wet, dismal and uncomfortable.
Seeing her silent, Sylvan Cheney grew more irritated.
He loosened his tie with a hand.
In her silence, there was nothing Sylvan Cheney could do about her.
Like a scolded elementary student, she stood still behind the door.
With nowhere to vent his anger, Sylvan Cheney impulsively kicked her suitcase!
The gloom on his face remained, darker than the evening sky outside the window.
Sylvan Cheney simply pressed the call bell.
Not long after, a maidservant appeared in the living room.