Capítulo 1756: Chapter 1756: It’s Hard to Keep the Child
After making the phone call, Charles Mcintosh imdiately arranged a VIP room for Jasmine Yale, the best suite possible, and even hired a top nutritionist.
Jasmine Yale has already been transferred to the room.
She hasn’t woken up yet, but her emotions and heartbeat have returned to normal.
Aunt May held her cold hand in her palm, looking at her pale face with pity.
She has checked Jasmine Yale’s previous dication; fortunately, she didn’t have a fever earlier, only dealt with external injuries, which shouldn’t affect the baby.
However, in Jasmine Yale’s current condition, it’s difficult to protect the baby. She fears she’ll have to treat Jasmine Yale as a high-priority expectant mother.
If she can’t save Jasmine Yale’s baby, she might as well give up her expert title.
Jasmine Yale’s left wrist was wrapped in white gauze, and beneath it were scars from a blade.
The nutritionist is already in the kitchen preparing als for Jasmine Yale, and Aunt May had hung a bottle of nutritional fluid for her.
In any case, she finally felt relieved.
Sunlight penetrated through the window into the room, illuminating the wooden floor with a bright light, filling the entire room with warm sunlight and a vibrant spring atmosphere.
Everywhere she looked, flowers were in full bloom, presenting a picturesque scene.
Jasmine Yale had a long dream; she dread of a greenhouse, a gift from Sylvan Cheney.
It was spring, and the greenhouse was filled with colors, absolutely beautiful.
There were peach blossoms, lilies, baby’s breath… vivid and graceful.
She walked along the path in the greenhouse, stepping on the pebble road, step by step.
Sylvan Cheney had originally been accompanying her, but suddenly, when she turned around, he was gone.
“Sylvan, Sylvan…” Jasmine Yale called out his na urgently, looking around in fear.
Where has he gone, he can’t leave her.
They had promised to look at the flowers together.
“Sylvan…”
“Jasmine!” Aunt May held Jasmine Yale’s hand, preventing her from moving around, “Jasmine, I’m here.”
Finally, Jasmine Yale slowly opened her eyes.
Aunt May’s voice was by her ear.
Her eyelids fluttered, and her bright eyes quietly looked at Aunt May.
It was Aunt May, she hadn’t misheard.
The scent of dicine wafted to her nose, and she gave a bitter smile.
This must be a hospital. How she survived…
Closing her eyes powerlessly, Jasmine Yale frowned, her face displaying deep exhaustion.
Her cold hand was held in Aunt May’s palm, not cold at all, but rather warm.
She hadn’t died; she had survived again.
“Jasmine, don’t do anything foolish in the future.” Aunt May’s throat choked, her heart still couldn’t suppress the pain, “You’re still young, and you have a long road ahead.”
Jasmine Yale moved her lips but ultimately said nothing.
No matter how long the road, without him to walk it with her, she’d feel so lonely, so alone…
She doesn’t want to walk this long life alone; she wants to be with him…
With him, even if it ans the path to the netherworld, it’s still better.
“Jasmine, talk to Aunt May, don’t ignore her. Do you know, when Butler Santana brought you over, I was terrified, truly terrified. Listen, my heart is still ‘thumping’ ‘thumping’.”
“I’m sorry, Aunt May…” Jasmine Yale felt deeply apologetic, once again worrying those who loved her.
But she truly couldn’t hold on anymore…
Every blink and every thought was of Sylvan Cheney — his smile, his presence — what should she do…
“I’m fine, I’m not old yet, I can handle it. Jasmine, from now on, you need to be a bit more resilient.”
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