Chapter 1740: Chapter 1740: Withered to the Extre
That day, she only reprimanded Lana, thinking Lana rely wanted to use her to break up Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale.
Unexpectedly, when that path failed, Lana sought out Spencer Childe.
Ambitious won only care about the goal, not the process.
And Lana is such a woman.
“Aunt May, don’t carry too much psychological burden. Please take good care of Miss Yale for . I’ll probably be very busy lately, handling matters for Mr. Cheney’s company as well.”
“You’re busy, but don’t give up searching for Sylvan.” Aunt May’s eyes glistened with tears.
“I won’t,” Charles Mcintosh nodded, “As for Miss Yale, I do hope you and Butler Santana will look after her, you know I’m not very good at dealing with young won and making them happy. But as long as I’m needed, I’ll be there imdiately.”
“Don’t worry, leave it to , I’ll accompany her.” Aunt May sighed.
Charles didn’t say much more, he just simply told Aunt May about the things Jasmine Yale liked, advising her to pay attention.
Charles didn’t linger in the hospital for long; he had many matters to attend to.
Aunt May planned to find so ti to visit Spencer Childe, but not now.
On the lawn, the grass was lush, and the sunlight dazzling.
A few children, about five or six years old, appeared from sowhere and surrounded Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale was bowing her head, dividing snacks, distributing the items Charles Mcintosh had bought her to those children.
“Sister is so nice.” The children clapped with joy, “Thank you, sister.”
Upon hearing them call her “sister,” Jasmine Yale felt elated and simply gave all the snacks to them, keeping none for herself.
“We like sister.”
“Is it delicious?” Jasmine Yale watched their innocent smiles and softly asked.
“Delicious. Sister, will there be more tomorrow?”
“If there is, sister will bring it to you.”
“Thank you, sister.”
The children clustered around Jasmine Yale, a gentle smile graced her fair face, the breeze tousling her hair. Her clear eyes held a purity like water, free of any impurity.
From a distance, Aunt May quietly gazed at Jasmine Yale.
Too kind, people often find it difficult to heal once injured.
At this mont, Jasmine Yale was calm, but only she knew the waves beneath that calmness.
Willows by the roadside swayed with the wind, everywhere felt the breath of spring.
The bloom of spring should be the most beautiful season of the year, with peach blossoms and green willows, warblers and swallows.
Yet the spring wind now carried endless lancholy of separation.
After distributing the snacks, several children sat beside Jasmine and chatted with her.
Butler Santana stood quietly nearby, not joining in but also not disrupting their atmosphere, making everything seem exceptionally peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.
Sunlight poured over, Jasmine Yale’s black hair shimred with hints of gloss, yet even the best weather couldn’t hide the trace of fatigue in her eyes.
Fatigue to the extre, even her lips lost their color.
The children played with Jasmine Yale for a long ti, always pulling her to join their gas.
However, Jasmine’s injuries hadn’t healed yet, and she couldn’t play too wildly, so the children agreed to co back tomorrow.
Their small, bouncing figures ca and went hastily.
Jasmine Yale’s affectionate gaze lingered on them, unwilling to leave.
Until they all scattered, their figures vanished out of sight, she reluctantly lowered her head, her gaze distant and unfocused.
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