Jasmine Yale shook her head. "I don’t want anything."
Charles Mcintosh was taken aback for a mont, then gave a wry smile, realizing he’d asked a foolish question. What did she want? She only wanted Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a wave of discomfort in her stomach.
Her small hands clutched her pajamas tightly, trying to suppress the discomfort.
"Then, Miss Yale, you should rest well. Call if you need anything. Do you want Little Lilac to keep you company?" Charles Mcintosh asked.
Jasmine Yale shook her head again. "I’m fine, no need for company."
Charles Mcintosh looked at her thin face, his heart flooding with indescribable bitterness, wanting to speak but holding back several tis.
It seed that no matter what he said, it held no aning for Jasmine Yale.
The mont Sylvan Cheney left, her life lost all its color.
n have stronger resilience; within a month, he could mostly accept the reality, but he knew Jasmine Yale might not get past this hurdle in a year, or even five.
He had known Jasmine Yale for many years; he knew she was a sensitive and delicate girl.
Many things left unsaid didn’t an she didn’t understand them in her heart.
"Miss Yale, the day before Qingming, Mr. Cheney and I went to the cetery to pay respects. He returned ho early that night to be with you," Charles Mcintosh recalled, things he had never told her before. "The next day, during Qingming, he wanted to take you to the cetery."
Jasmine Yale looked at Charles Mcintosh in shock.
"Although past grievances weighed on Mr. Cheney’s heart, occasionally causing him distress, he never saw you as a target for revenge. You could even say he only had love for you, not hatred. Mr. Cheney is a rational man who understands the present and the past. As for your father and brother, Mr. Cheney did not touch them; it was the old man who found out they were from the Xinez Family and had them abducted."
"I know you were heartbroken when you prepared a birthday celebration for Mr. Cheney and he didn’t co that ti. He never explained why he couldn’t make it, but today I can tell you."
Jasmine Yale looked increasingly bewildered. She raised her head, her eyes fixed on Charles Mcintosh.
That ti...
mories started to swirl again.
She had prepared a birthday cake and gifts for him, waiting all the way until midnight, but he never showed up.
She had resented him, been heartbroken, and told herself she could cut ties with him forever.
"Miss Yale, the old man used your father’s life to compel him to return to the country, and always tried to pair him with Miss Harry. Mr. Cheney knew Miss Harry because of the old man. The old man truly beca senile, always saw Yacob Harry as a good person, and believed that the Harry Family was formidable and a suitable match for Mr. Cheney."
"There’s no point in describing the entanglents, Miss Yale. If you can forgive Mr. Cheney, that would be enough," Charles Mcintosh lowered his voice.
Jasmine Yale’s big eyes sparkled with a dazzling light, like stars, like flas.
After a long while, she slowly spoke, shaking her head, "I won’t forgive him, unless he apologizes to in person, otherwise I will never forgive him."
"Miss Yale..."
"Mr. Mcintosh, don’t make excuses for him. I won’t forgive him... Look, he left alone again, isn’t he a bastard... For such a bastard, why should I forgive... I won’t forgive, I won’t forgive..." Jasmine Yale murmured, her gaze dazed.
Charles Mcintosh felt a twinge in his heart.
"He’s just a bastard..." Jasmine Yale’s eyes were unfocused.
She wanted to scold him, scold him harshly.
Once she reaches the afterlife, she could scold him to his face...
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