Chapter 355: That Man, He Has No Heart
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A suffocating feeling was spreading around her heart, like water grass, tightly wrapped around her.
Jasmine Yale had been breathing heavily.
Her eyes were filled with endless emptiness and confusion.
She felt like an outsider.
She massaged her throbbing temples, almost forgetting why she had come.
The harmony and tranquility of their family heavily struck her heart.
She was an extra person in the Cheney Residence.
A position slightly higher than a servant, but lower than a young lady.
Even twelve years of life hadn’t allowed her to fit into this place.
She didn’t belong here….
They were the real family.
Foolish three years ago, still foolish three years later.
What Joe Heath said was right. As a child, how could she understand what was true liking, and what was not liking.
And Sylvan Cheney would never like her.
He disliked her, and she knew it.
He finally got rid of her, she also knew that.
Actually, they didn’t want to see her.
It would be better for everyone if she leaves…
Thinking about it, Jasmine Yale silently lowered her head, a thin layer of mist was already forming on her long eyelashes, shimmering and translucent.
Her ordinarily bright eyes were completely covered in confusion and dullness.
The morning light shone through the glass onto her fair face, casting a gentle glow on the crystal clear tears.
Seeing her silent, Joe Heath looked over at her.
“You’ve seen it? Do you want to see more? If you do, I can help you cancel your flight and take you to the kindergarten again.”
Knowing that Joe Heath was mocking her, she had no energy to refute.
“Let’s go, to the airport.”
Her face was pale as paper.
Her trembling eyelashes were like a broken-winged butterfly, fluttering weakly.
Something in Joe Heath’s heart jabbed him, slightly irritating.
He tapped on the steering wheel, flicking a mirror over to her, a smirk hooked at his lips: “Look at you, you look like hell.”
Jasmine Yale lifted her head and saw it.
Though her face was covered by a mask, she did look terrible.
Deep down, she was terrified of this feeling of being abandoned by everyone…
No one wanted her anymore, everyone was repulsed by her.
It was easy for her to think back to the time fifteen years ago when she was abandoned, left with nothing.
This was probably a fear and inferiority complex that has been ingrained since she was eight. Even after so many years, it could not be erased.
Even if she had hidden it well on the surface, once any minor incident occurred, it would inevitably burst out.
It felt horrible, like the darkness of night suddenly pressing down on her, making her suffocate.
A sour feeling welled up in her throat, wave after wave.
“Jasmine Yale, it’s not like I haven’t told you to let go. You wouldn’t be so miserable. You’ve already seen the scene today, there’s so much you don’t see. Why do you deceive yourself? What’s the point?”
Joe Heath lit a cigarette with irritation.
He had been holding back the whole way. Now, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.
As soon as the cigarette was lit, he sucked in a few mouthfuls furiously.
Smoke swirled around, coiling and intertwining.
“There’s no point.” Jasmine Yale’s voice was hoarse.
Joe Heath was taken aback. He didn’t expect Jasmine Yale to reply so directly.
Jasmine Yale leaned her head and closed her eyes.
Sometimes, even if you pour your heart out, you’re still seen as a fool in the eyes of others.
Why was she always so forgetful, no matter how cute little Chaley was, he was still Sylvan Cheney’s son.
That man, he had no heart.
What he gave her was the despair following hope. This was far more painful than abandonment..