Sitting on the bench with his eyes closed, Sylvan Cheney seed to have noticed her gaze and suddenly opened his eyes, glancing at her.
Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat and she avoided his sharp and cold gaze.
Jasmine Yale left the police station.
The sky was already dark, and although street lamps lit up the surroundings, she didn’t know where to go or where to head.
The cold wind blew, and Jasmine Yale tightened her coat.
Her eyes held a bewildering haze, like a layer of mist covering them.
The light shone on her, making her face look very pale.
She stood for a long ti, and the phone in her pocket rang.
"Jasmine."
"Aunt Camden..." She composed herself, lowered her voice, but her heart still inexplicably skipped a beat, "Yukon, he..."
"He’s in surgery. Where are you? Can we et?"
"I’m sorry, Aunt Camden," Jasmine Yale apologized, "I’ll head over now."
"Alright."
The police station is about half an hour’s drive to the hospital.
Throughout the journey, Jasmine Yale didn’t know how she got there, her heart anxious and uncertain.
At first, she had prepared many things to say to Aunt Camden, but as she neared the hospital, she abandoned all those words.
Apologies? Aunt Camden doesn’t need them.
Moreover, in this world, apologies are hardly worth ntioning.
Yukon Carbon was beaten so badly, covered in blood, she didn’t even dare to think whether she could still see the gentle, calm Yukon Carbon again.
In the afternoon, he was still perfectly fine, and Jasmine Yale knew she had wronged him...
In her daze, she once again saw the scene of Yukon Carbon lying on the ground.
Blood, daisies, sunset... beca an indelible shadow in her heart.
Yukon Carbon must be alright, he must be alright.
"Miss, we’ve reached the hospital," the taxi driver reminded her.
Jasmine Yale’s thoughts were pulled back, she looked up and indeed, had arrived at the hospital.
Her legs felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult to take steps.
After finally getting out of the car, she suppressed her thoughts and pain, heading towards the ward.
Today was supposed to be a bright and sunny day, yet Jasmine Yale felt like her heart was piled with endless gloom, unable to disperse no matter how it blew.
Outside the operating room.
Aunt Camden waited anxiously, sotis standing, sotis sitting, restless and uneasy.
The wide corridor was very silent.
Jasmine Yale’s footsteps sounded, and Aunt Camden was startled and heard them.
She looked at Jasmine with a complex emotion in her eyes, too deep to dissolve.
"Aunt Camden..." Jasmine Yale called out softly.
"Sit down, sit down," Aunt Camden held her hand.
She hadn’t expected Jasmine to be so thin despite being pregnant, and her complexion didn’t look good.
"I’m okay." Jasmine Yale refused to sit, noticing Aunt Camden’s hand was ice-cold, "Aunt Camden, I... I’m really sorry, I never expected this to happen today. But these are not reasons for to shirk responsibility, I know I’m the main culprit."
"Sigh," Aunt Camden sighed, and for a while, couldn’t say a word, just bowed her head and sighed.
"Aunt Camden, how is Yukon? What did the doctor say? How long has he been inside?" Jasmine Yale nervously held Aunt Camden’s hand.
Silence, boundless silence.
After a long while, Aunt Camden finally spoke: "He was rushed into the hospital and imdiately taken to the operating room, with multiple fractures. Although there’s no threat to life, he will definitely be bedridden for at least two months. That person... struck very hard."
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