He never told her that, when she was eight, she might not understand even if he did.
But he liked to ask her during als, "Do you miss ho?"
Miss ho?
At first, she did, but then she realized she only missed her mother, not that ho.
She didn’t want to think about Kaine Zahir, Nancy Emtt, or Kamila Zahir.
Later, when he asked her if she missed ho, she only blinked, "I miss Mama."
He must have missed soone too.
He spent his childhood with his mother, never experiencing sothing called "fatherly love."
So, the death of his mother was a huge blow to him.
But he was used to burying everything silently in his heart, never pouring out his thoughts to anyone.
He silently shouldered the burden of the Cheney family, single-handedly carrying the Cheney family forward.
Looking back now, how much more mature must a teenager be than his peers to bear such a heavy load?
The watchful eyes of the Elders Cheney, the open and secret rivalries among his peers, he had to bear it all alone.
No one could share his burden.
The Cheney family might belong to Qiana Childe, but it was Sylvan Cheney who developed it with his own two hands.
She saw the effort he put into this group.
At his busiest, he went several nights without rest, battling on in his study with red bloodshot eyes.
She knew all of this.
Because, after all, the coffee he drank during those all-nighters was always made by her.
Many tis, she wanted to go to his study to keep him company, even just sitting there to serve him tea and water would have been good enough.
However, Sylvan wouldn’t allow it.
Later, as the Cheney Group grew better and better, he finally took a breath of relief.
She had seen these efforts, this hard work, and watched it for many years.
Now, was he going to give up the Cheney family as well? Was he a fool?
The Cheney family he had nurtured, to say he didn’t want it anymore?
Thinking this, Jasmine Yale’s heart bled.
Would he rather give up the entire Cheney family and his ten years of life, just to stick to a decision that didn’t seem very wise?
Jasmine Yale shook her head, how could he be so wilful.
How could he be so wilful.
The air fell into silence, with not a single noise to be heard all around.
Jasmine Yale leaned on the edge of the pool, she could even hear her own heartbeat, thumping, thumping, chaotic.
Her chest was filled with a repressive pain, like a stone weighing down, making it hard for her to breathe.
What was he thinking...
Jasmine Yale could never fathom his thoughts, and this ti was no exception.
He was such a smart person, why would he make such an unwise decision.
Miss Harry... is she not good enough?
Jasmine’s vision once again conjured up the face of Joan Harry.
She had t Miss Harry and from any aspect, Miss Harry was very good.
But what about her, how could she compare to Miss Harry.
To marry Joan Harry would an gaining a beautiful and gracious wife, while also ensuring the prosperity of the Cheney family.
"Sylvan Cheney, you fool!" Jasmine Yale leaned on the edge of the pool, suddenly shouting, her voice choked, tears "plop" "plop" falling into the pool.
It was as if she could still feel the warmth of Sylvan’s large hand on her waist, burning hot.
Her scalding tears also fell into the pool.
Fool, he was a complete fool.
Such a simple multiple-choice question, why couldn’t he solve it.
In this pursuit of fa and fortune, did he not realize how miserably he had lost?
If she hadn’t co back, if Joe Heath hadn’t told her all this, would he be in jail?
Would she never have known any of this?
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