Knowing that Charles Mcintosh returned the call, Jasmine Yale finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When she learned that Frederick Owen didn’t get any information from Charles Mcintosh, she called Charles herself.
No answer.
Still no answer.
Jasmine called several tis, but no one answered.
She suddenly thought of soone, Chale Cheney’s grandmaster.
Right, she could call him.
She called Little Chale Cheney: "Little Chale."
"Jasy!" The little guy was excited, "I’m building blocks, yesterday grandmaster bought a fun new set of blocks!"
Jasmine leaned by the window, anxiously asking, "Little Chale, has Aunt Lilac co back?"
"Nope."
"Then... could you let your grandmaster answer the phone? Jasy has sothing to say to him."
"Okay, Jasy doesn’t want to talk to Little Chale."
With that, the little guy stood up from the carpet and walked outside.
The grandmaster was brewing tea, and the little guy handed the phone to the elderly man.
"Hello, I... I am... a friend of Little Lilac," Jasmine said, "I want to ask what happened to Little Lilac. I’ve called her many tis with no answer. I also know Mr. Mcintosh, and his phone is unreachable too."
"Oh oh, you’re the Jasy Little Chale often ntions, he talks about you more than he talks about his father."
Though elderly, the old man was clear-minded, aware of many things.
"Yes... I am, my na is Jasmine Yale."
"I know, I know," the old man sighed. "Lilac and Charles... ill-fated, ill-fated."
Jasmine’s heart sank: "Old man, what happened to them? Where are they?"
"Lilac was upset and went missing."
"Ah..." Jasmine was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to recover for a long ti.
"Before she disappeared, she had a fight with Charles, and after she vanished, he’s been searching, searching non-stop..." the old man sighed. "I don’t know what upset Lilac, but I heard her ntal state isn’t good, Charles has been looking for her for a long ti, but there are no signs."
"ntal state? Does Lilac have ntal health issues?"
"Years ago, she had a trauma, but recovered later, now... it’s hard to say," the old man said. "Not just you, I can’t reach Charles’s phone either. I heard from Chale that you are pregnant, so don’t worry about these things. I’ll inform you when there’s news."
"Thank you for taking care of Chale, I’m considering bringing him back from Lonton."
"Wait until your child is born to make plans. For now, he’s fine with ; I treat him like my own grandson."
"Thank you."
"No need to thank , it’s Chale who brings joy, the little guy is completely different from Sylvan when he was young, one was quiet and reserved, the other lively and active," the old man affectionately looked at Chale Cheney not far away.
The little guy propped his head, sitting on the bench, looking at the clouds in the sky.
After hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale’s heart felt empty, a feeling she couldn’t describe.
Lilac Serval is missing...
A woman in emotional turmoil went missing, where could she have gone...
Jasmine’s heart was anxious, could Charles Mcintosh find her? Lonton is so vast...
It’s been many days now, and there’s no news from either of them.
Jasmine sat on the balcony, put down her phone, her eyes were distracted, with undulating waves, not very calm.
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