Capítulo 1685: Chapter 1685: That Shot, Slightly Away from the Heart
“Mr. Cheney, I’ve checked today’s buses and flights; there’s no information on Miss Yale. That ans she hasn’t left Landon.” Charles Mcintosh has always been efficient, and now with all identities linked online, checking such matters is very easy.
“Have the police look for her.”
“They’re already searching, Mr. Cheney, drive slower, it’s raining, the tires might slip easily.” Charles Mcintosh knows Sylvan Cheney very well.
He already heard the tremor in Sylvan Cheney’s voice, the usually calm and composed person, unruffled even if Mount Tai collapses, is now completely disoriented at the news of Jasmine Yale’s disappearance.
Charles Mcintosh is unsure how much rationality Sylvan Cheney still has.
Yet, even with the driver speeding all the way, he couldn’t catch up with Sylvan Cheney’s car; he figures that Sylvan Cheney has lost all his calm.
Charles Mcintosh knows what Jasmine Yale ans to Sylvan Cheney.
Especially these past two years, he’s beco increasingly clear.
To Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale is life.
Eighteen years of support and companionship, unable to endure any separation.
If anything happens to Jasmine Yale, Sylvan Cheney won’t be able to carry on.
He can give up the Cheney Family, give up status, give up power, but he can’t give up Jasmine Yale.
That girl who barged into Mr. Cheney’s life has long since beco his everything.
Over the years, Charles Mcintosh has seen what Sylvan Cheney has done for Jasmine Yale.
Carefully shielding her under his shoulder, never letting her catch a drop of rain, taking on everything for her.
He still rembers how, two years ago, Sylvan Cheney got injured and forced himself to endure a 12-hour flight to Cakago without explaining anything to Jasmine Yale.
That ti, Sylvan Cheney’s injury was for Hadley Xinez.
Held by Elder Childe, when Sylvan Cheney went to get him, Mr. Childe’s n followed Spencer Childe’s orders and shot at him.
That shot narrowly missed his heart.
Sylvan Cheney stayed in the hospital for several days, could not suppress his longing for Jasmine Yale while his wounds hadn’t healed, and went to Cakago.
Enduring a full 12-hour flight.
Charles Mcintosh knows Sylvan Cheney wanted to explain to Jasmine Yale why he missed her birthday.
Whether he ultimately explained… Charles Mcintosh does not know.
But what Charles Mcintosh does know is that Sylvan Cheney didn’t deliberately snub Jasmine Yale, didn’t deliberately skip the birthday date; he was forced back to the country by Spencer Childe, threatening with Hadley Xinez’s and Chris Fern’s lives.
Sylvan Cheney doesn’t want Jasmine Yale to know these things; so burdens he prefers to bear alone.
In the passenger seat, Charles Mcintosh rubbed his forehead, his mind heavy and unable to lift.
Perhaps he drank too much alcohol.
Yet his thoughts remain clear, his rationale intact.
Sylvan Cheney is almost losing his reason, so he cannot afford to as well.
Friends continuously call, reporting they haven’t found Jasmine Yale.
Charles Mcintosh constantly grips his phone, fearing he’ll miss a single piece of information.
This overwhelming search, once before had happened, and because of that, Charles Mcintosh’s eyes are filled with panic.
He knows Sylvan Cheney’s mood is certainly far heavier than his; such weather, such a day, is inherently the greatest taboo and sensitivity.
Jasmine Yale is missing, just one day before Qingming.
Charles Mcintosh’s temples throb, filled with imnse unease sitting in the passenger seat.
He cannot fathom Sylvan Cheney’s feelings at this mont, as he is still driving alone.
The rain continues to pour, showing no signs of stopping, and only getting heavier, the air filled with white fog.
At night, the path is blurred, and visibility is low.
Worried, Charles Mcintosh calls Sylvan Cheney once more.
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