"Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney tilted his head and looked towards her.
"My father, my dad, who is my biological dad?" Jasmine Yale asked again.
"I don't know who your dad is, but I know who your child's dad is," Sylvan Cheney replied, pressing her down, his eyes squinting, and his lips curving in a drunk smile.
"What are you talking about," Jasmine Yale supported her forehead, "It's impossible to talk... Then do you know where Kaine Zahir went?"
"I don't know."
"How about Nancy Emmett and Kamila Zahir?"
"I don't know.
"Then do you know how much funds are under your name?" Jasmine Yale asked frantically.
"Nothing at all..."
Jasmine Yale: "..."
She stopped asking further, seeing that he was truly drunk.
Yet, this man, even when drunk, kept his mouth sealed tight; unexpectedly, it seemed to be a habit formed from years of caution.
"Don't know anything?" Who is he fooling?
"Then tell me, have you ever been to Willow Wave City..." Jasmine Yale asked again.
