Won't you even spare a child?
Why must it be like this...
Jasmine Yale buried her head in her arms, unable to utter a word, as the overwhelming sorrow permeated her cells, oppressive and painful.
It felt as if a needle was pricking her heart, her eyes brimmed with tears, and her long eyelashes were veiled with a hazy mist.
Why does it have to be this way, why treat the little guy like this...
When she loved Little Chale, she would have given him the best of everything. Under Yolanda Fern's threat, even if they took her in exchange for the little guy, it wouldn't matter.
But why was Sylvan Cheney so heartless...
He was just a little child over three years old, still a lovely and delicate baby.
Jasmine felt utterly miserable, her heart pounding oppressively.
She covered her mouth, trying not to cry out loud.
