Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Uncontrollable Heartache
Who is he? He is Sylvan Cheney, such a proud man.
“Can it be cured, right?” Jasmine Yale suddenly asked nervously, “You must know many famous doctors, both domestic and international.”
Sylvan Cheney scoffed, his lips curving into a smile.
“I’m afraid, you won’t see the old Sylvan Cheney anymore.”
His words made Jasmine Yale’s nose sting, and her throat constrict.
Will she never see the healthy Sylvan Cheney again? Impossible…
“Medical technology is so advanced now, there must be a remedy. Little Chale is still waiting to play with you, to go shopping together…”
Jasmine Yale squatted down, in front of his wheelchair.
Her gaze was intense, her eyes red.
When she squatted down, Sylvan Cheney could reach her.
His broad hand rested on her head, and he contentedly patted her.
“Jasy, don’t be silly.”
Jasmine Yale felt a lump in her heart, why didn’t he say anything to comfort her?
She really didn’t want to see him .
Why couldn’t he lie to her?
If he lied to her, she would believe him.
“Jasy.” Sylvan Cheney sighed, frowning, “Do you despise me for being ?”
Jasmine Yale felt a sourness in her throat.
The feeling spread throughout her body, the heartache was uncontrollable.
“No.” She held back her tears, but her eyes were red, “I do not despise you.”
Back then, when she was dirty and scruffy, he never showed any disdain.
She still remembers how his clean and slender fingers held her dirty little hand and took her home.
Now that he’s , how could she possibly feel “disgust”.
A thousand words stuck in her throat.
“You’re saying one thing and thinking another.” He looked at her, “You clearly do despise me.”
“I really don’t despise you.” Jasmine Yale hurriedly defended, “I’m not that kind of person.”
“I’m afraid no one will marry me in the state I’m in.”
“Don’t think like that.” Jasmine Yale said, “That’s not the case.”
“I have nothing, but Chale has always wanted a mother.”
For a moment, Jasmine Yale didn’t know what to say.
“There will be someone who truly loves you and will marry you.” Jasmine Yale’s voice was soft, “There’s a saying called ‘after sorrow comes joy’, you and Little Chale will be happy in the future, you will have a complete family. There will also be a girl willing to accompany you for a lifetime.”
“So, you don’t plan to accompany me?” Sylvan Cheney casually asked.
Hearing his words, Jasmine Yale evaded looking at him, her eyelashes trembling.
“Nevermind.” Sylvan Cheney sighed resignedly, “In the end, you still despise me. I don’t like to force people. I despise myself for the way I am now.”
“It’s not like that.” Jasmine Yale hurriedly countered, “I really don’t despise you.”
She didn’t know how to express herself, but she really didn’t mean to downgrade him.
But she knew, he probably couldn’t accept this reality for the time being.
“It’s human nature, I won’t insist.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was indifferent, “This time, I was severely injured, and I will probably be cared for by servants for the rest of my life. I’m afraid I can’t manage the group’s affairs anymore.”
“I plan on withdrawing from the business world and raising Chale.”
As Sylvan Cheney casually spoke of these matters, there wasn’t much emotion in his tone.
A chill crept into Jasmine Yale’s heart, she knew, for Sylvan Cheney, these were devastating blows.
He was a genius in the business world, such a proud man.