Sylvan Cheney silently looked at her.
She also tilted her head upward, her deep gaze mixed with a chill.
Their eyes met, neither willing to compromise.
"You've never even been to the kindergarten, fine, you're busy, you're Mr. Cheney, you obviously can't lower yourself. But do you know that Little Chale really hopes you could spend time with him? He might be sensible, but he's still so young, still a baby..."
Jasmine Yale said a lot in one breath.
She was just standing up for the little guy; Sylvan Cheney was being unfair to the little guy.
But Sylvan Cheney frowned, "Spend time with what? Boys, of course, need to be independent."
"Sylvan Cheney, what kind of talk is that? He's a boy, but he's still young, you're being unfair to him!"
"Yes, the world is inherently unfair, the weak are naturally bullied," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"You're fucking unreasonable!"
Jasmine Yale had never been so angry before, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at Sylvan Cheney.
