Chapter 617: Chapter 617: We Agreed to Walk Together all our Lives
Yolanda dropped the bag in her hand and rushed to Sylvan’s side, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Mr. Cheney, where are you hurt? How could this happen? I heard it was Teagan who did this, is that true?”
Yolanda lifted her head, looking at Sylvan with searing eyes.
Underneath, tears swirled, eyes swollen and red.
“I’m fine,” Sylvan responded nonchalantly.
“Mr. Cheney, you’re lying to me! How can you be okay! Have the doctors checked on you? What did they say? I received news that you and grandfather’s car went off a cliff, I couldn’t believe it! I just couldn’t!”
Yolanda was losing control of her emotions, tears streaming down her face.
Her makeup was smeared, and she was crying heavily.
The whole living room was filled only with Yolanda’s sobs.
“They told me you were back, and I rushed over as soon as I got the news, but… Mr. Cheney, could I come to take care of you? Please give me a chance. Grandfather is gone, I don’t want to lose you too. I have very few people who care about me in this world, you don’t know how much grief I’m in.”
Yolanda held on to Sylvan’s waist, refusing to let go.
“There are doctors and servants, you help me manage the Cheney Residence,” Sylvan said calmly.
“Mr. Cheney, can we go back to the Cheney Residence? I’ve tidied it up, it’s just as it was, can we go back? I’ll cook for you, take care of you.”
“It’s not a suitable place for recuperation.”
“Then Mr. Cheney, how severe are your injuries exactly? I’m really worried about you.”
“As you can see, this is the best my condition can be,” Sylvan responded indifferently.
“Mr. Cheney, why did this happen…” Yolanda sobbed heavily, “Can I take care of you? I love you… I don’t want anything bad to happen to you… We promised each other, to go through life together…”
She didn’t let go of her hold on Sylvan.
Jasmine Yale didn’t have the habit of eavesdropping on others’ conversations, but Yolanda’s cries were so loud, some words inevitably reached her ears.
We promised to go through life together.
Jasmine looked out the window, Yolanda was holding Sylvan tightly and refusing to let go.
She turned away, silently cutting fruit.
“Miss Yale, let me do it,” the cook came over.
“It’s fine, I can do it.” Jasmine didn’t want to be idle.
The cook had no choice but to accept.
Jasmine cut a variety of fruits, carefully arranging a fruit platter.
In the living room, Yolanda was still crying off and on, though her sobs were softer now.
After a while, Yolanda and Sylvan together walked down the warm corridor, leaving the living room.
As their figures gradually disappeared, Jasmine carried the fruit platter towards Chale Cheney’s bedroom.
The little guy was watching TV.
“Jasy!” he shouted happily.
“Come, have some fruits. Do you want Jasy to feed you?”
As he said this, the little guy picked up a piece of apple without asking and fed it to Jasmine.
Jasmine bit into it, it was sweet.
She smiled, her eyes squinting into lines.
When the little guy’s chubby hand brushed against her cheek, it felt even warmer than the sun.
“Jasy, should we send some fruits to dad too?” The little guy blinked innocently.
Jasmine hesitated for a moment.
“Your dad is receiving guests right now, it’s not a good time.”
“Oh! Then he won’t get to eat the fruit platter Jasy made.”
“Hmm, we won’t give him any.”
“Good!” The little guy laughed.
He wagged his feet, sitting happily on the bed, watching TV and chatting with Jasmine.
The only thing that upset him was that his father was injured.
“Jasy, when do you think dad’s injury will heal? I’m really worried.”