"Sir, aren’t you going in?" The nurse ca to check the room, asking Sylvan Cheney in surprise.
Sylvan Cheney heard the voice, then ca to his senses, his expression both cold and calm: "Not going in."
After speaking, he left and walked to his own hospital room.
The nurse stared at his back in confusion, wondering... why stand at the door and not go in? So strange.
When Jasmine Yale woke up, it was already seven or eight in the morning. She had slept soundly and dreamt that her baby was born, and was quite beautiful.
The pain in her stomach was gone when she awoke, she rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit sore in her arms.
The hospital room was empty, with white water and dicine on the table, curtains drawn, the room completely dark.
She sat up and grabbed her phone.
Butler Santana had called her many tis and sent nurous texts, so she quickly returned the call.
"Butler Santana."
"Miss Yale, where did you go? I woke up this morning and found you weren’t in your room, it scared , really frightened ." Butler Santana’s heart was pounding, still not settled, relieved to hear Jasmine Yale’s voice, almost collapsing to the floor.
She was scared.
Afraid Jasmine Yale might struggle again.
Last ti, when she wasn’t watching Jasmine Yale closely, it almost...
Jasmine Yale realized she was wrong, too tired, and had actually forgotten to inform Butler Santana: "Butler Santana, I’m fine, I went to a friend’s house last night, it was his birthday. Played too much and forgot to tell you, my mistake, my mistake."
Butler Santana breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely.
She hadn’t fully regained her senses yet, nor realized Jasmine Yale was lying.
"Miss Yale, when are you coming ho?"
"They invited to stay for a al, might not co back today. If anything cos up, I’ll call you."
"Alright, please make sure to inform ."
"Don’t worry, Butler Santana."
Butler Santana finally relaxed, glad everything was okay.
If Jasmine Yale truly went to celebrate a friend’s birthday, it ans she has moved past Mr. Cheney’s issues and won’t do anything foolish anymore, which is a good thing.
She thinks Jasmine Yale’s mood has improved significantly recently, perhaps she’s dating or maybe not.
Even if she is dating, she hopes soone can look after Jasmine Yale.
She’s worn out.
Jasmine Yale put down her phone and patted her chest, thankful Butler Santana hadn’t suspected.
If she knew Jasmine was in the hospital, she’d worry herself sick.
She couldn’t let Butler Santana worry.
She played gas on her phone for a while, enjoying herself, feeling very happy.
"Baby, look, this is how you play the ga, it’s not hard. When you’re born, mommy will teach you how to play." Jasmine Yale played enthusiastically.
Kade Yuvan happened to co in, overhearing, and laughed: "First ti seeing soone teach a child to play gas."
Jasmine Yale laughed: "Assistant Yuvan, you’ve co."
"Feeling better?"
"Much better, the stomach pain is gone, I’m fine now. When can I be discharged?"
"The doctor will be here later, you should ask."
"Alright then." Jasmine Yale closed the ga, "What did you buy? It slls wonderful."
"Just drove to Chinatown, picked up so breakfast for you. Check if there’s anything you like, if not, give it to . I’m not picky."
"Funny enough, I’m not picky either."
Jasmine Yale saw many delicacies in the bag, stead cake, dumplings, wontons, buns... lots and lots.
Really thoughtful.
Jasmine Yale loves to eat all of them.
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