Chapter 380: Picked Up on the Street
She pursed her lips, making no sound.
In the stillness of the room, even the thumping of her own heartbeat could be heard.
“Grandfather, Chris has no other wish but for his sister to be well,” came a young man’s deep voice, filled with urgency and unease.
Jasmine’s heart leapt at hearing the name ‘Chris Fern’. It’s a name she had never heard before.
And grandfather? Who was this grandfather?
Jasmine’s heart churned with a plethora of peculiar feelings. They scratched at her heart without causing pain or itchiness, but somehow it felt deadly.
“When can we operate?” the old man asked in a hoarse voice.
“If all is arranged, in ten days,” was the reply.
“90% chance of success.”
The other person seemed to have let out a sigh of relief.
Jasmine suddenly seemed to realise something!
In the darkness, her eyes widened in shock, her fingers clutching the wall tightly. Her lips moved but no sound came out.
“The woman inside, I heard she’s from Sylvan’s house?” asked the old man after a long silence.
His voice was raspy with age.
“Yes, Grandfather,” replied the young man. “Mr. Cheney always had his sister in his heart, he’s just not good at expressing feelings. He came back from Landon to Lonton when she had a minor surgery.”
“And what’s her relationship to Sylvan?”
“A servant from the Cheney Residence, saved from the streets” said the young man.
“This matter must be notified to Sylvan,” ordered the old man.
“Grandfather, Mr. Cheney knows about it,” replied the young man, “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken care of her so well over these years.”
Jasmine’s nails dug into her palm, a piercing pain radiating through her.
“Fine then, I’ll listen to you. You’re Yolanda’s brother and her primary doctor, so you decide,” said the old man.
“Grandfather, can we keep this confidential until the surgery is successful?”
“Grandfather, Mr. Cheney truly loves my sister, you don’t need to doubt that. Chale Cheney’s existence is only because my sister’s heart condition made it difficult for her to conceive. It’s understandable, after all, Mr. Cheney needs a successor.”
“Your sister must be feeling heartbroken, right? After all, he’s not her biological son.”
“No, my sister really likes Chale, she called me a few days ago and told me that Chale also likes her a lot. Their relationship is doing great.”
“I’m relieved then. Over the years, the one person the Cheney Family owes the most is your sister.”
“Grandfather, don’t say that. My sister and I are lucky to have you as our family.”
“Chris Fern, the surgery must be successful. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thankyou, Grandfather. I will arrange everything properly.”
“Is Yolanda still in Landon?”
“Yes, Grandfather, I will handle it, you don’t need to worry.”
“After the surgery, I will arrange Yolanda and Sylvan’s wedding. The Cheney Family will certainly not mistreat her.” The old man sighed.
“I thank you on behalf of my sister.”
The voices outside were intermittent, but Jasmine held her breath and heard every word clearly.
Her heart felt like it was being shattered.
In the darkness, she heard a ‘ping’ sound. It was… the sound of her heart breaking.
With her back against the cold wall, Jasmine slumped down to the floor.
The footsteps outside indicated that the old man had left.
Jasmine couldn’t describe how she felt at that moment. Perhaps because her heart had been broken, every other feeling in the world had simply lost its taste. Her head throbbed with a dull pain.
Suddenly—there was the sound of keys turning from outside the door!