Jasmine Yale never imagined it would be like this.
She never imagined it at all.
"Jasmine Yale, does it feel gratifying to listen? Quite thrilling, isn't it? Yes, I find it thrilling too, casually picking up a girl from the street and bringing her home, who turns out to be the granddaughter of the Ximenez family," Sylvan Cheney said coldly.
"Do you regret... raising your enemy's granddaughter all these years..."
She dared not lift her head to look at him, crying so hard that her shoulders shook.
Jasmine Yale knew he must deeply regret it.
Over the years, he had treated her so well, providing everything she needed.
If he had known earlier that she was the enemy's granddaughter, he would have surely killed her in an instant instead of raising her.
The Ximenez family eradicated his whole family; how could he possibly harbor the descendants of his enemy?
Sylvan Cheney didn't say a word, his eyes filled with red veins, dim and lusterless.
