Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Do You Think I Can’t Support You?
“Okay, okay, you’re the most handsome and the best.” Jasmine Yale pacified him like a child.
He’s in trouble now, probably couldn’t handle any jabs.
She decided not to tease him anymore.
“…” Sylvan Cheney was speechless.
Jasmine Yale, with books in hand, headed out: “Can I go to your study to read? Can I borrow your computer? I promise I won’t mess with your stuff.”
“Mm.” Sylvan Cheney acquiesced.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t quite explain her current feelings, as if the gloom of the past few days had been suddenly blown away by the wind.
The heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart had already shifted.
He came back, he was still alive, that’s probably the luckiest thing.
Compared to life and death, everything else is trivial.
Jasmine Yale walked up the stairs to the study on the second floor.
The study had an open view, and by pushing the windows, you could see the scenery outside—
Pavilions, flowing streams, and fountains.
The scenery was beautiful and romantic.
Although it was winter, there wasn’t much desolation. A thin layer of sunlight came directly down, draping over the treetops and the ground with a yellow hue.
As soon as Jasmine Yale left, Sylvan Cheney made a call to Charles Mcintosh.
“Have you checked on Chale’s matter today?”
“I have. There are no surprises.”
“What was in the syringe.”
“A kind of disablement drug that can cause intellectual stagnation to control someone.”
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were filled with coldness, resembling ice spikes. His whole body was enveloped in intense coldness.
Charles Mcintosh on the other end of the phone further explained the progression of the matter.
Sylvan Cheney listened, his face growing heavy.
“Mr. Cheney, are there any other instructions? I’m currently at the police station.”
“You know what needs to be done.”
“Yes.” Charles Mcintosh naturally understood.
“Oh, and call Elder Delaney; tell him to replace all the medicines in the medical box with vitamins.”
Charles Mcintosh: “…..”
Sylvan Cheney never thought that the foolish woman would seriously go through all the medicines in the box and also keep track of them.
When Jasmine Yale is serious, he’s helpless.
After the call, Sylvan Cheney went to the study.
She was engrossed in her studies, holding a pen in one hand and supporting her head with the other, mumbling phrases.
Sylvan Cheney watched her at the door for a long time.
This scene brought back memories from when she was in her teens—
When she encountered something she didn’t understand, she would frown, chewing on her pen indecisively.
Sylvan Cheney stood at the door for a long time, and she didn’t even notice.
He lightly coughed and knocked on the door.
Only then did Jasmine Yale raise her head: “What brings you here?”
“Are you so determined to pursue your postgraduate studies?” Sylvan Cheney approached her.
Jasmine looked at the test papers on the table and then back at him, nodding.
“You think I can’t provide for you?”
Jasmine Yale shook her head, “I just want to be self-sufficient, that’s all.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvan Cheney’s face fell.
Seeing his face darken, she immediately changed her words, sitting upright: “No, I just want to experience college life!”
He’s sick, she can’t say things he doesn’t want to hear.
She can’t agitate him.
“Oh, who is Professor Mackenzie?”
“How did you know… ” Jasmine Yale glanced at him, “Professor Theodore Mackenzie from the English department at Landon University.”
Still so caught up in this matter.
Theodore Mackenzie was a big name, Sylvan Cheney understood.
“I’m going back to reading. I will come downstairs once I finish the reading comprehension questions on this test paper,” Jasmine Yale showed him the test paper in her hand.
Sylvan Cheney lifted his arm and flipped through a few pages on her table.
He randomly pulled out a few completed test papers.
“Hey! Why are you messing with my stuff!” Jasmine Yale instantly tried to hold him off.