"This is none of your business. It was my choice, and it has nothing to do with you," Lilac Serval said indifferently.
"Fine, just don’t co crying to ," he retorted.
"Cry? Have you ever seen cry?" She had long since lost the ability to cry.
Even if she were to cry, she wouldn’t cry in front of him.
She rembered the night he handed her over to Mr. Usama; she had cried all the tears she had for a lifeti.
Back then she was young and naive, easily panicked and burst into tears at any issue.
Now, she no longer cries.
Because... there are no tears left in her eyes.
"Let’s have breakfast, and then you’ll co with to the construction site. There are so matters I haven’t finished dealing with," Charles Mcintosh said.
"Okay," Lilac Serval didn’t reject the invitation.
She was indeed hungry, having eaten several jade dumplings, custard buns, and stead dumplings.
In front of him, she couldn’t bother to care about her image.
At the training ground, she used to eat even more voraciously than now.
While she ate her breakfast, he simply lit a cigarette and smoked, the rising smoke partially concealed his face.
His distant voice spoke again—
"If you really like this young man, fooling around is fine, cohabiting too, but you’re not allowed to spend your whole life with him. Don’t degrade yourself, don’t belittle yourself; you are good enough."
"You’re beautiful, willing to study, intelligent, clever, and kind. You probably aren’t even aware of how many virtues you possess."
"The young n are rely after your money, especially this young guy, coming from such a murky background, could he truly love you?"
"Of course, I know you lack the ability to discern right from wrong. In the future, if you want to get married, tell Mr. Cheney, he can help you screen the candidates."
Charles Mcintosh spoke in a calm voice, saying a lot in one breath.
Lilac Serval listened, her brows furrowing more and more, fuming with anger.
What does he an by lacking the ability to discern right from wrong?
"Charles, maybe you don’t know, but this young man is more sincere than so seemingly upright older n," Lilac Serval replied. "He’s very kind and naive. Don’t judge him through your worldly eyes; I trust him."
Charles Mcintosh shook his head slightly, let out a light chuckle and took another drag of his cigarette.
"Alright, finished eating, we can go to the construction site now!" Lilac Serval wiped her hands and took a sip of Dragon Well tea, "The breakfast was really good, I liked it a lot, thank you."
"They have a lot more varieties at ho, not just what we had today."
"Oh," Lilac Serval did not think there would be a next ti.
Walking out of the tea house shoulder to shoulder, they ca down the stairs, one tall and one short.
The sunlight fell on Lilac Serval’s face, making her orange coat appear even brighter.
...
Cheney Residence.
Jasmine Yale helped Butler Santana cut flower branches for a while.
Riceball was running around at her feet.
"Miss Yale, you should rest on the balcony. I can handle this," he said.
"It’s okay, I’m idle anyway," she responded.
"That won’t do, Mr. Cheney specifically told you’re on your period, you need to take good care of yourself. He even had pick up a prescription from the hospital today..."
"Ah? Traditional Chinese dicine?!"
"Yes, Chinese dicine. You have to take it on ti. It’s a seven-day treatnt, and today is the first day. I’ve already started brewing it; you can drink it tonight."
"No, I won’t drink it," Jasmine Yale refused, shaking her head desperately.
She didn’t want to drink it; it was so bitter.
The shadow of the last ti she had to take dicine still lingered!
"Miss Yale, you have to drink it. This prescription is from a very famous traditional doctor. Miss Yale, if you complete two treatnts, I reckon you will be recovered. This dicine is expensive; it’s not easy for ordinary people to get it."
"Can I not drink it?" Jasmine Yale looked pitifully at Butler Santana.
"You’ll have to ask Mr. Cheney about that."
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