If the training center is transferred, it will definitely be undervalued, and the old man lacks financial expertise, he might be defrauded.
Moreover, this place holds the childhood mories of Sylvan Cheney and many others. If it is sold, it will certainly be altered, and once it’s redeveloped, it will beco unrecognizable.
Once unrecognizable, the mories will be gone too.
Jasmine Yale thought about it and seriously nodded: "Let go back and consider it."
"Alright, you take your ti, there’s no rush. For the next year or so, I’m not considering transferring the training center. I’m hoping Charles and Little Lilac will return and sit with under the tree to play a ga of chess and share a pot of tea. Of all the flavors in the world, I can’t forget the wine Charles bought for and the tea Little Lilac brewed for . As one grows older, these are the things one a reflects on." The old man suddenly lanted, "Charles and Little Lilac are both orphans, I’ve always treated them as my own children, hoping for their well-being, as old folks do."
"Mr. Mcintosh and Little Lilac will surely co back, then you can enjoy life at ho and have Sylvan keep you company playing chess," Jasmine Yale coaxed.
"I don’t want to play chess with that boy, he never lets win, it’s best playing chess with Little Chale."
Jasmine Yale laughed aloud.
The path was very quiet, their footsteps sounded crisp on the path.
After a long silence, the old man sighed again, his eyes filled with reluctant light, and his voice was tinged with lancholy: "Jasmine, are you going to take Little Chale away?"
Jasmine Yale quickly replied: "No, for the ti being, I don’t have the energy to care for Little Chale, please continue to look after him, Master."
The old man’s eyes cleared again, and he nodded repeatedly: "Good, good."
There were many things Jasmine Yale had considered.
Before, all matters, big and small, were decided by Sylvan Cheney; he arranged everything impeccably, smoothly, without her needing to worry.
What she had to do was simply enjoy and play.
But now, he doesn’t rember anything anymore, and many tis, she needs to bear the responsibility herself.
She needs to weigh things carefully, think both backward and forward.
Now, she realizes the weight is hard to bear. She isn’t as ticulous, cautious, or thorough as Sylvan Cheney, she occasionally overlooks things, but she will treat every task as important.
After weighing the pros and cons, she still decides to keep Chale Cheney in Lonton.
At least, for this school year, she will keep Chale Cheney here.
As for Sylvan Cheney, she’s already prepared for the possibility that he may never recover his mory.
They turned a corner and returned to the front of the villa.
Butler Santana put away the umbrella and escorted Jasmine Yale into the house.
The old man went to his study to get the title deeds of the training center for Jasmine Yale, along with various docunts and ledger books.
He showed all of them to Jasmine Yale.
He would never force anyone, nor conceal anything from anyone; he has lived his life openly and honestly, and these are what he must inform Jasmine Yale about.
Jasmine Yale took the docunts to the guest room to study.
She turned on a lamp, its warm light shone upon the slightly yellowed pages, she rested her head as she listened to the rain outside the window and looked on.
In the guest room, the sound of pages turning mixed with the sound of rain, forming a simple tune.
The rain trickled.
On the windowpane of the inner room, mist accumulated, becoming blurry.
This mist gathered more and more until forming droplets, sliding down the smooth glass.
Everything, silently at peace.
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