Chapter 236: The First Time He Saw You
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Charles Mcintosh opened the car door for Jasmine Yale, respectfully welcoming her out.
In prison, Jasmine saw Hans Colin.
In just a week, Hans had become haggard. He hadn’t taken care of his beard and he seemed to have aged significantly.
Hans slowly looked up and seemed surprised to see Jasmine, but the surprise quickly faded into a look of despair.
He hung his head, silent.
Separated by the window, Jasmine looked at him.
“Senior, thank you for taking care of me those two years. I’m really grateful to you.”
“Don’t thank me,” Hans spoke, his voice hoarse, his face pale and indifferent. “Hate me instead… Jasmine, I’m sorry.”
“Knowing there would be no return, why did you keep going? I miss the days when we used to study together. Back then, people weren’t as complicated.”
“Jasmine, I’ve got no other way to go.” Hans looked up at her finally. “But, my feelings for you are real.”
“I know, no matter what, I’m grateful to you.”
“Sylvan Cheney told you everything, didn’t he?” Hans said calmly. “The day you were attacked in the neighborhood was a sham staged by me. I’m sorry.”
“Senior, children are innocent. You shouldn’t have harbored such intentions.”
“I had no other choice.” Hans’s eyes conveyed immense sadness. “The first time I met Sylvan, I didn’t recognize him. It was only after I returned home that it dawned on me he was Mr. Cheney. So… I used you. I’m sorry, I’m despicable!”
He struck himself several times, tears streaming down his face.
His pale face exhibited an expression of childish confusion and helplessness…
For a moment, the surroundings were silent.
The man in his twenties covered his face, the tears flowing freely.
“Jasmine, hate me. It’ll make me feel better. Never forgive me, never.” Hans sobbed.
Jasmine sighed, unsure of what to say.
Hate him? Of course, she hated him.
If anything were to happen to Little Chale, she would never forgive herself.
Towards that child, she always had a strong urge to protect.
But human emotions are complex, it’s not just about ‘hate’.
“Jasmine, we have to pay for our mistakes. I just hope that in my next life, I’ll be a better person and won’t make the same mistake again.”
Hans wept bitterly, his tears soaking his clothes.
Jasmine didn’t know how to comfort him because, whoever messes with Sylvan Cheney, gets dealt with.
And Hans was no exception.
“Hans, you should have stayed out of it when you found out that it was Sylvan Cheney. He is not someone we can be associated with,” Jasmine said helplessly.
“I was desperate, chased by debts. That’s why I thought of this plan.” Hans regretted, “I had no way out, Jasmine. Did he…do anything to you…”
Jasmine shook her head: “No.”
“That’s a relief. I actually planned to take you and flee once I got the money. I didn’t expect to be deceived by those guys.”
“Did you know, the moment you first Saw Sylvan Cheney and hatched this plan, he had someone dig up dirt on you!”
Jasmine shook her head, looking helpless.
Not everyone can mess with Sylvan Cheney!
She had experienced his brutal and ruthless side.
“I just thought of taking the money and leaving, I’m sorry, Jasmine, I used you,” cried Hans.
Tears flowed down his face, his previously confident demeanor gone.