Jasmine Yale cried until her eyes turned bright red, and her eyelids swelled up.
She could not suppress the emotions inside her, which burst forth bit by bit, transforming into tears that slowly streamed down.
When Sylvan Cheney rushed back, Jasmine Yale was still crying.
But by then, she had cried herself out of strength, sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze blankly fixed ahead.
In her hands, she held Chale Cheney's little tiger.
Sylvan Cheney stood at the doorway, comprehending the situation upon seeing Jasmine's state.
His stern face grew uneasy, a storm brewing in his eyes.
His tall figure stood at the doorway, still enveloped in a chilly, bleak coldness.
Upon seeing Sylvan Cheney, Butler Santana immediately ran over, "Mr. Cheney, you're finally back. Miss Yale... I, I told her Young Master went to Lonton... Miss Yale is very upset. I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault, you can go now," Sylvan said gravely.
"Yes," Butler Santana hurried out.
