Chapter 1697: Chapter 1697: Apologizing While Kowtowing!
“That beast has forgotten everything, kneeling before Qiana’s coffin back then, making promises with such conviction. And now? He’s a complete scoundrel!” Spencer Childe cursed without holding back.
In the cold wind, his hair was blown up, his gaze icy cold.
“How can Mr. Cheney be like this, how can he be like this…” Tor lanted sorrowfully, “The corporation was the eldest lady’s treasure, Mr. Cheney can sell anything but the Cheney Family, how could he do such a thing…”
Tor’s face was filled with disbelief, pain, and grief.
This ti, Mr. Cheney went too far.
Selling the Cheney Family, was it really just to go abroad with that little seductress?
No wonder he left without keeping vigil at night, just to go ho and be with the little seductress?
For this little vixen, Mr. Cheney truly betrayed his morals, his elders, and everyone…
Thinking this way, Tor’s eyes were full of rage: “This little witch truly wreaked havoc on Mr. Cheney, how did they let such a nace into the Cheney Family! The Xinez Family would cling to the Cheney Family for generations, why won’t they let go!”
Jasmine Yale could hear their scolding voices around her.
She knelt in the rain, unable to move, the rain washing over her face.
Her vision blurred, she felt so cold.
The wet sweater clung to her body, feeling very uncomfortable.
Sylvan… when will you co.
She didn’t know if she would live to see him, but she missed him.
Spencer Childe was probably too furious, too angry, he handed his cane to the bodyguard, walked forward, and pressed down on Jasmine Yale’s head: “Bow to Qiana!”
Jasmine Yale’s head was forcefully pressed down, she couldn’t say a word, letting herself be manipulated.
She bowed heavily a few tis, her forehead hitting the ground, breaking the skin, full of blood.
The rain poured down, the wound stinging with pain.
Hair mixed with rainwater and blood, Jasmine Yale had never been so disheveled.
She knew that Spencer Childe brought her here today to take her life.
No one made a sound.
No one dared to stop him.
Spencer Childe just held Jasmine Yale down, making her bow to Qiana several tis.
Blood flowed down her forehead, staining her off-white sweater red.
Jasmine Yale thought, looking like this now, she surely appeared neither human nor ghost, would Sylvan Cheney recognize her if he saw her?
“Take off the tape.” Spencer Childe ordered.
The bodyguard obediently tore off the tape from Jasmine Yale’s mouth.
Jasmine Yale took a breath, her gaze fixed on the tombstone.
She slled the salty and musty scent of the earth, and the tallic sll of blood in the air.
She knelt still and rigid.
“Apologize to Qiana, speak.” Spencer Childe forced Jasmine Yale, “Bow and apologize at the sa ti!”
Under the dark night sky, Jasmine Yale looked at the tombstone, she knew this was Sylvan Cheney’s biological mother, the person who once loved Sylvan the most.
She also knew that the Xinez Family owed Qiana an apology.
Jasmine Yale didn’t hesitate much, she bowed her head, quietly said: “Mrs. Childe, I’m sorry. The Xinez Family owes you, maybe not even a lifeti would be enough to repay. Jasmine does not expect your forgiveness, only hopes you can bless your son and grandson… happiness in this life.”
“Sylvan has carried a lot these years, there are blood debts, the Cheney Family, and endless pressure. He did not live so easily or contentedly…”
“Sylvan took in back then, it wasn’t because of betrayal or forgetting, he was unaware… He took in simply because we were both orphans and could keep each other warm. Please don’t bla him.”
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