Chapter 1698: Chapter 1698: She Misses Him…
Jasmine Yale’s voice was very light, as if it could be easily dispersed by the wind.
Her throat was choked, her voice hoarse and heavy. In facing these matters, her burden was no less than that of Spencer Childe and Tor.
She looked at the tombstone, her eyes washed clean by the rain, pure and untainted.
“All these years, my love for him wasn’t false. He was the person I truly loved, and he was worth my love. Mrs. Childe, your son was outstanding, he was not a wastrel. He was mature, stable, thoughtful, and handled things with his own discretion and consideration. These years, he led the Cheney Family to great success, and he possessed a charm that could attract anyone.”
“He was a gentleman, which was one of the reasons I loved him. He was different from his father, Teagan Cheney. He was dedicated, loyal, family-oriented, and had a very adorable little son, truly very adorable. His na is Chale Cheney. Mrs. Childe, if you t little Chaley, you would certainly be very fond of him…”
“Mrs. Childe, you loved Sylvan, and you must have trusted him. There must have been reasons for him to sell the Cheney Family’s assets, and it was certainly not out of a mont of confusion or impulse. You would believe in him, wouldn’t you?”
Jasmine Yale bowed her head once more.
Jasmine Yale’s voice was not loud, but every word and sentence refuted Spencer Childe.
In the eyes of Spencer Childe, Sylvan Cheney was ungrateful, betrayed his family, was blinded by a woman, a complete wastrel and scoundrel, with no visible virtues.
But in Jasmine Yale’s words, Sylvan Cheney was a completely different person.
Spencer Childe listened, extrely irritated, clenching his fists tightly.
“Mrs. Childe, I’m sorry, perhaps today I will co to accompany you. But knowing in the afterlife, when you see Sylvan and little Chaley, you must be gratified. I have no other extravagant hopes, not even thinking I can marry Sylvan, for I know I am unworthy… But you are his mother, you must not misunderstand him, he loved you very much.”
Jasmine Yale’s tone was slow, gentle like a flowing stream.
Despite the pain and coldness consuming her, she still restrained herself to finish every word.
Each word clear, like a striking drum.
In her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was such a person, excellent, charming, worthy of her love.
His face surfaced in her mind again, she missed him…
She missed him very much.
Lana Fern listened, feeling extrely infuriated, sneering, “Jasmine Yale, don’t act like a saint when you’re not one! You stayed by Mr. Cheney’s side just to marry him, to covet his wealth. Mr. Cheney selling the Cheney Family’s assets was definitely sothing you instigated! Why, afraid to confess the truth in front of Auntie, fearing retribution?”
“Mrs. Childe surely knows her own son well. Could it be in Miss Fern’s eyes, Mr. Cheney was soone indulged in won, unambitious, and a puppet to be manipulated?” Jasmine Yale retorted, her inability to move didn’t an she wouldn’t fight back.
“Jasmine Yale, you’re too rampant! Daring to be so arrogant in front of Auntie, you must be causing havoc at the Cheney Residence. A woman like you is indeed a curse to the Cheney Family! Just like your grandfather! None of you are any good!” Lana Fern pointed at Jasmine Yale, cursing openly.
“Lana Fern, you do realize this is in front of Mrs. Childe? Does shouting loudly in front of the grave honor Mrs. Childe? You speaking poorly of her son continuously, would it please the lady to hear?”
Jasmine Yale cursed subtly, almost insulting Elder Childe as well.
She held no fondness for Spencer Childe.
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