Chapter 557: He Can Never Be Waited Back Again
Jasmine Yale didn’t know if it was a physiological chain reaction, but while washing her face in the bathroom, she vomited for quite a while.
Joe Heath hurried over, patting her back comfortingly.
“Jasmine, are you feeling unwell? Should I call the doctor to check on you?”
“I’m fine, it’s probably just the cold weather.” Jasmine Yale turned her head, reassuring him.
“If you feel unwell, let me know earlier. Stay in the hospital for a few days until your health is fully recovered, then we’ll go back.”
“Okay, I’ll follow your advice.”
Jasmine Yale didn’t oppose the idea.
If she went back, she would be all alone anyway.
At least there’s some human presence in the hospital.
“You can’t eat greasy food recently, avoid catching a cold, make sure you rest well, and drink lots of hot water.” Joe Heath reminded her one by one.
In the past, he was not the kind of man who cared for others.
But things have changed since he met Jasmine Yale.
“Uncle Heath, Jasy is mine, you can’t take her away.”
Chale Cheney appeared at the bathroom door at some point.
The little one stood at the door, looking up with his little face.
“Hmm, she is yours. How could Uncle steal from a child?” Joe Heath ruffled his hair with a laugh.
This little guy is very possessive.
The weather today was exceptionally good, with brilliant sunlight.
It seemed even the wind was warm and gentle.
Jasmine Yale tasted the porridge cooked by Joe Heath, it was quite nice.
His cooking skills seemed to be improving.
Suddenly, she remembered the breakfast that man made for her before he left.
There was also porridge.
He said to wait for him to come back.
For those twelve years, she had always been waiting, but this time, he would never return.
She didn’t care, let that jerk stay away.
Just pretend that he left three years ago and hasn’t returned since then.
There’s nothing worth waiting for.
Jasmine Yale picked up her bowl of porridge, a tear suddenly fell into it.
She pushed back her thoughts.
Joe Heath was washing dishes by the sink and didn’t notice anything.
Chale Cheney was also swinging his little legs, happily reading a comic book.
“Jasy, how do you read this character?” Chale Cheney brought the comic book over.
Chale Cheney was incredibly smart, almost never forgets what he sees.
Teaching him once is all it takes for him to learn.
This little one indeed got all of Sylvan Cheney’s extraordinary genes, incredibly smart.
While Chale Cheney was engrossed in his book, Jasmine Yale watched him while drinking her porridge.
She felt sorry for him, having to face so much at such a young age.
“Jasy, Uncle Heath said his company has many fun things, shall we go there later?”
“Sure, where else do you want to go?”
“I don’t really want to go anywhere else since my dad is not here.” Chale Cheney tilted his head to think.
Now that Jasy is here, he wished Elder Cheney was too.
He still remembers having a lot of fun at the amusement park last time!
Jasmine Yale felt a suffocating sensation spreading in her heart, as if seaweed deeply entangled around it.
It tightened, bit by bit.
The little guy probably doesn’t know that he would never see his daddy again.
Jasmine Yale felt a lump in her throat, a sour and bloody taste rushed up.
She covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.
“Jasy, Jasy!” Chale Cheney shouted in anxiety.
Joe Heath hurriedly supported her shoulders: “Jasmine, are you feeling very sick? I’ll call the doctor over.”
Before Jasmine Yale could finish her sentence, Joe Heath had already left.
Jasmine Yale felt helpless, it was just a symptom after a fever.
Chale Cheney grabbed hold of Jasmine Yale’s hand, his innocent big eyes looking at her.