Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Dad Wants to Give Me Away
“After dinner, accompany me to a dinner party,” said Spencer Childe nonchalantly.
“Grandpa, are you also keen on attending these?”
“It’s your Uncle Harry’s wine party,” Spencer Childe said, “I don’t need to tell you that your Uncle Harry holds a significant position. Although he has retired from politics and turned to business, he’s a formidable character with an extensive background.”
Sylvan Cheney smiled but didn’t say much.
Only after Chale Cheney was driven away by the driver did he breathe a sigh of relief.
As the car stopped at the villa, the rain was still falling.
There was lingering mist everywhere. The temperature was low, the night was thick, and it was impossible to see the end at a glance.
As the car came to a stop, Chale Cheney didn’t bother with an umbrella, and with his short legs, strode towards the living room.
“Jasy, Jasy!” He ran, crying out plaintively.
“Young master!” The servants chased him, worried that he might fall, “Miss Yale is in the bedroom.”
“Jasy, Jasy!” Chale Cheney again ran pitifully towards the bedroom.
He ran to the door and pounded on it forcefully!
Jasmine Yale had just finished taking a shower. She thought something had happened and hastily opened the door.
“Little Chale, what’s wrong? What happened?” She squatted down and hugged the little guy.
Chale Cheney’s forehead was damp with mist, and his eyes were still red, as if he had been crying.
“Who bullied you?” Jasmine Yale was heartbroken.
Who would bully such a sensible little guy?
Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes, his small shoulders shaking as he sobbed, “Dad.”
“Hmm?” Jasmine Yale didn’t understand, “Did your dad scold you?”
“No, Dad wants to give me away,” Chale Cheney cried out “waah” and threw himself into Jasmine Yale’s warm embrace.
Jasmine Yale had just taken a bath, and her body smelled sweetly of shower gel.
Chale Cheney hugged her and refused to let go.
“Give you away?” Jasmine Yale became even more puzzled, “Why? When did he say he was going to give you away? Where did you guys have dinner tonight?”
“I don’t know…” Chale Cheney rubbed his eyes, looking wronged, “He doesn’t like baby anymore, he rejects baby…”
Jasmine Yale didn’t know what to say all of a sudden.
Although Sylvan Cheney didn’t dote on Chale Cheney excessively, he did indeed adore him very much. There was no way he would give him away.
He was indeed able to raise a child.
Chale Cheney could not articulate clearly, he was simply very sad.
Jasmine Yale hugged him sympathetically, not knowing how to comfort the little guy.
“No, your Dad loves you very much, he won’t give you away, he’s just teasing you.”
“No, he said he will send baby back to Lonton.”
“Little Chale, don’t cry, when he comes back, Jasy will ask him for you, okay? Don’t cry.” Jasmine Yale coaxed him.
“Hm.” The little guy nodded, clinging to Jasmine Yale and not letting go.
Jasmine Yale carried him into the room.
The little guy saw Jasmine Yale’s snack cabinet, his eyes widening as he pointed, “Baby wants to eat…”
“Did you pick at your food during dinner again?”
“No… Baby didn’t eat enough, there was a scary old man, Dad asked me to call him ‘great-grandpa’, he was very scary, baby was scared and didn’t dare to eat a lot.”
Great-grandpa… was it Spencer Childe? Jasmine Yale was confused for a moment.
Was he also in Landon?
Indeed, he probably wanted to deal with Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern personally.
She didn’t inquire further about the siblings’ situation, knowing she didn’t need to worry about it.
She also didn’t want to deal with those matters, it was exhausting.
Jasmine Yale felt sorry for the little guy and quickly got him some snacks to fill his stomach.
“Jasy eats with baby…” Chale Cheney’s little hand pulled at her.
“Okay.” Jasmine Yale sat beside him.