Chapter 551: Deeply in Love with Chale Cheney
Joe Heath held on to her hand, and didn’t let go for a long time.
Another day passed, and Jasmine Yale’s high fever showed no signs of subsiding.
The doctors tried everything, but nothing worked.
Desperate, Joe Heath gathered all the experts in Landon. It was futile, still futile.
The closest person to Jasmine Yale in this world might have been Sylvan Cheney.
Even though she hated him at times, she never imagined Sylvan Cheney could die.
With Peyenne Jones still ill in a Swiss hospital, Joe Heath honestly didn’t know who to seek help from.
For the first time, he felt so lost.
This feeling of not being able to hold on tight, not being able to grasp… it was unbearable, truly unbearable.
“Mr. Heath, why don’t you eat something? You won’t last this way,” the doctor sighed.
“I can’t,” said Joe Heath, his eyes bloodshot.
Though a man, he never liked to suppress his emotions.
Just like when he fell for Jasmine Yale, he confessed to her; when he feared losing her, he cried.
“Jasmine, can you wake up? Whatever you want, I’ll give. If you don’t like me, could we just be friends?” Joe Heath looked at Jasmine Yale in the bed.
This girl, she lost a lot of weight overnight.
Her face was still flushed and her forehead burning hot.
Joe Heath really didn’t know what to do.
“Mr. Heath, could you try other methods, do Miss Yale have any other loved ones? Bringing them here might wake her up,” the doctor suggested.
Joe Heath held his forehead.
His temples were throbbing incessantly.
In this densely populated Landon, who else could Jasmine Yale care about?
The one she had depended on for twelve years, he’s gone now.
He closed his eyes with an agonized expression.
He knew, Jasmine Yale’s feelings for Sylvan Cheney were complex. Whether it was love or hate, but she would never wish for his death.
After all, Sylvan Cheney saved her life and nurtured her.
Joe Heath regretted not taking better care of her yesterday.
When she was alone at home, she must have been lost.
“Mr. Heath, give it a shot, even if it’s just a friend, they might have a solution,” the doctor pushed with his advice.
The hospital room was silent as a tomb.
Suddenly, Joe Heath thought of someone–
That’s it, Jasmine Yale really liked little Chale Cheney, he could definitely wake Jasmine Yale up!
He distinctly knew that Jasmine Yale sincerely loved Chale Cheney.
The deliberate distancing was just to keep Chale out of Sylvan Cheney’s personal affairs.
But deep down, she dearly loved Chale.
Just like the early morning when she went to Singapore, she insisted on seeing little Chale from afar.
“I’m going out for a bit,” Joe Heath stood up.
He was going to fetch Chale Cheney.
Watching the back of Joe Heath, the doctor shook his head helplessly.
He checked Jasmine Yale’s temperature again, feeling even more helpless.
There was still no sign of recovery.
Does this girl really have no attachments in this world? Not showing any desire to live.
Having a fever wasn’t a major illness but at this extent, it could really be life-threatening.
The doctor shook his head again.
He sighed with helplessness.
As night fell, the street lamps one by one lit up.
The moon climbed up from the window of the hospital room, its hazy light gently reflected on the white curtains.
Little Chale Cheney was lying next to Jasmine Yale’s pillow, his bright big eyes staring at Jasmine Yale.
He gently shook Jasmine Yale’s arm, feeling a bit sad and a bit scared.
Uncle Heath had said, that Jasy was not well.
And he had come straight here!
“Jasy, don’t you want the baby anymore?”
Chale Cheney laid his little head on Jasmine Yale’s pillow.