Chapter 181: What’s Wrong with Little Chale?
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“I… I’m in the bathroom.”
“Mr. Cheney is waiting for you in the car.” Charles Mcintosh’s voice was solemn and frosty, pressuring her heavily.
“I…” Jasmine Yale struggled to find an excuse.
Possible excuses, like diarrhea or menstruation?
However, before she could come up with a good one, Charles Mcintosh said, “Miss, the young master is sick.”
Jasmine couldn’t sit still and almost dropped her phone.
Charles Mcintosh was an upright man; he wouldn’t joke about such matters.
“I’ll go down immediately, right now. Please ask Mr. Cheney to wait for me.” Jasmine rushed to get out.
Regardless of her grievances with Sylvan Cheney, if Little Chale was sick, she couldn’t stand by and watch.
She ran out without taking any paid leave.
Charles McIntosh was already waiting for her.
Sylvan Cheney initially didn’t intend to let Jasmine know about this.
However, Chale Cheney fell ill and kept calling out for “Jasy”.
He was crying out so much that he lost his voice.
Sylvan Cheney was helpless, completely out of ideas.
He was too indulgent.
When they were in Lonton, Chale Cheney would be sick, but he would obediently take his medicine and get his injections.
Now in Landon, if Jasmine didn’t come, he would refuse to take medicine!
Jasmine ran downstairs as fast as she could and got into the car.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at her. If only she were this proactive and enthusiastic all the time!
“What happened to Little Chale? What did you do to him?”
As soon as Jasmine laid her eyes on Sylvan Cheney, she couldn’t help but question him!
Sylvan Cheney’s face didn’t look too good, he was brooding and unwilling to speak.
Jasmine moved closer to him, shaking his arm.
“Mr. Cheney, what happened to Little Chale? Is it serious? Please tell me…”
Jasmine’s heart felt like it was pierced by a knife—
This feeling came suddenly, and she was completely unprepared.
She had never felt before.
She was so anxious that she was on the brink of tears, her eyes red.
Although Little Chale was not her child, her mood was as if her own child had a fever.
Jasmine was desperate, she kept shaking Sylvan Cheney’s arm.
“What did you do to him? Mr. Yale left Little Chale with you, and this is how you care for him? Did you call a doctor for him? Sylvan Cheney, do you even know how to take care of people?”
Jasmine continued questioning Sylvan Cheney, her voice growing louder with each question.
Her tone was filled with anxiety, tension, and unease.
Sylvan Cheney, this bastard!
He didn’t allow her to see Little Chale, but what about himself?
Is this how he took care of Little Chale?’
“Sylvan Cheney, if you don’t know how to take care of people, give Little Chale to me. He’s not your child, is this how you treat him? Sylvan Cheney, are you even human? You don’t even spare children!”
“Sylvan Cheney, you take out your grudges on me, why do you have to treat Little Chale ?”
As Sylvan Cheney remained silent, Jasmine became increasingly agitated.
The driver, Charles Mcintosh’s heart was racing.
Throughout all of Landon, only Jasmine Yale dared to yell at Mr. Cheney’s name !
Sylvan Cheney’s face was very gloomy.
He flung his arm, forcefully grabbing Jasmine’s wrist and pulling her into his arms!
His eyes were dark, his body was ice cold.
“Jasmine Yale, what gives you the right to accuse me? Huh?”
“Sylvan Cheney, let go.” Jasmine tugged at her wrist, her face unhappy, “I am only stating the facts.. If you can’t take care of Little Chale properly, why won’t you let me be near him?”