Chapter 1745: Chapter 1745: The Cheney Residence Is Still the Sa Cheney Residence
“I’ll go over later,” Charles Mcintosh said, “This ti…”
Director Warner knew what Charles was concerned about and said directly, “The female corpse can basically be confird as Lana Fern because she was the only woman who fell into the water that night. As for the male corpse, it’s uncertain; the body is badly decomposed due to prolonged imrsion.”
Charles took a heavy drag on his cigarette, nodded, “I’ll go over later.”
Initially, when they salvaged bodies, his presence wasn’t required because they could be identified.
Recently, the weather had been getting hotter, and newly salvaged bodies could no longer be distinguished.
Charles Mcintosh exited the smoking room; Jasmine Yale was standing by the window, silently watching the wildflowers and grass outside, her silhouette forlorn and lonely.
Charles didn’t disturb her, greeted Aunt May, and left.
Jasmine Yale was very quiet, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside, her eyes showing an indiscernible lancholy.
She stood alone for a long ti, solitary and isolated.
“Sylvan… We promised not to separate, didn’t we…” Jasmine’s eyes were embers of confusion and dreamy light, as if she were in a dream, yet in the dream, why did it hurt so much, “You’ve left, I won’t live alone because I miss you…”
Her voice was very soft, so gentle, like a white feather that would scatter with the slightest breeze.
Longing was like a kite flying in the air, yet unable to reach the desired destination.
“I’m so cold, please hold .”
Before, whenever she said she was cold, he would always hold her, kissing her forehead affectionately.
But now, he was nowhere to be found…
After a long while, Jasmine lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
She walked over to Butler Santana, her voice gentle, “Butler Santana, I want to go ho.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll inform Doctor May, we can leave now,” Butler Santana replied hurriedly.
“To the Cheney Residence.”
“But… Miss Yale, the doctor said you need further observation.”
“Can I co to the hospital on ti every day? I want to go ho, I really want to…”
Seeing the distress in Jasmine’s eyes, Butler Santana couldn’t bear to refuse her, she agreed, “We’ll go to Cheney Residence in the afternoon and return to the hospital in the evening, alright?”
Jasmine shook her head, “I want to sleep at ho.”
Butler Santana ultimately couldn’t resist Jasmine, she let the driver take Jasmine to the Cheney Residence.
The Cheney Residence was still the sa Cheney Residence, picturesque, every spring as beautiful as ever.
In Jasmine’s eyes, the Cheney Residence was beautiful in all seasons, but spring was vividly charming, captivating, and alluring.
The stream beside the rockery was still quietly flowing, brimming with vitality; the roadside was lined with blooming crabapple flowers and lush green willow branches.
Leaves were abundant, and spring was exuberant.
She had watched such a Cheney Residence for over a decade without growing tired.
In her heart, this was her ho.
A gentle breeze lightly stirred Jasmine Yale’s wispy hair, she wore a pale pink dress, like a serene fairy.
“Ho…” Jasmine mumbled to herself, standing at the doorway for a very long ti.
“Miss Yale, please co inside, the wind is picking up, I’ve tidied the balcony for you; would you like to read? I’ll brew so tea,” Butler Santana said as soon as she finished.
Just then, Riceball scampered out, winding around Jasmine’s feet.
“Arf arf…” Riceball was unusually excited to see its owner.
“Riceball…” Jasmine lowered her head, looking at the little creature at her feet.
“Miss Yale.”
“Let’s go to the balcony, maybe reading would be nice,” Jasmine said.
Perhaps sensing Jasmine’s unhappiness, Riceball nibbled at Jasmine’s shoe.
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