Chapter 564: In Her Heart, Marriage is Sacred
Charles Mcintosh hesitated for a mont, his voice laden with fatigue and weariness.
Without hearing Jasmine Yale’s voice, he continued.
“Chris Fern genuinely cares for his older sister, and he would do anything for her. At the brink of life and death, when your life, Miss Yale, was hanging by a thread, Mr. Cheney agreed to Chris’s outrageous request to save you by getting engaged to Yolanda Fern.”
“Or maybe at such a mont, not just getting engaged, even if it cost his life to save yours, I believe Mr. Cheney would willingly do so.”
“This is also why you didn’t see Mr. Cheney when you woke up, it wasn’t because he was indifferent.”
“Miss Yale, this is the only thing I wanted to explain to you.”
Jasmine Yale’s hand gripping the phone trembled, and so did her eyelashes.
Her body was cold, a feeling she could not put into words spreading throughout her.
Her lips were also quivering and she couldn’t say anything for a long ti.
The sun shone on her pale face, making her look like a porcelain doll, or a statue.
Immobile.
She stood there helplessly, for a long, long ti…
Charles Mcintosh hadn’t hang up.
“Charles Mcintosh, why should I believe you, you’re a liar. You also said Sylvan Cheney was dead, he’s not really dead right, you’re just a liar, I don’t believe a word of a liar, I don’t believe…”
Jasmine Yale was becoming unstable.
“How can I believe a liar’s words…”
“Everything you said is made up…”
“I don’t believe you…”
On the other end, Charles Mcintosh twitches the corners of his lips helplessly.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Miss Yale, if you really don’t believe , let’s just leave it at that.”
Jasmine Yale suddenly ran to the window and forcibly pushed open the blinds!
The cold wind blew in.
She stood by the window, a blank look in her eyes.
What was far away, nothing.
“Why did you have to tell , I owe him more, what do I have to repay him with, what do I have to repay…” Jasmine muttered, “Why did you have to tell , why…”
The cold wind blew on her face, intensifying her headache.
Despite this, she was still leaning at the window, clutching her phone.
The winter wind, bitter and long.
She owed him again, and again she might never be able to repay it.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney didn’t tell you because he was afraid it would burden your mind. He planned to tell you at the right ti.”
“Miss Yale, you also saved Mr. Cheney’s life in the forest, you don’t owe him anything.”
“Mr. Cheney never loved Yolanda Fern.”
Charles Mcintosh explained, sentence after sentence.
But Jasmine didn’t want to listen anymore.
What’s the point? The man is no longer here…
“You shouldn’t have told .” Jasmine said faintly.
At least this way, she could have a clear conscience.
“Miss Yale…”
Jasmine, her hand trembling, hung up the phone.
She held her throbbing head in her hands, letting the cold wind blow.
Couldn’t be cut, couldn’t be tidied.
“Sylvan Cheney, bastard…” She cursed, covering her face.
She didn’t ask him to save her, why did he have to save her using such a ridiculous exchange.
In her heart, marriage is sacred.
But to him, it was just a casual token of exchange.
Get engaged without love?
If he hadn’t saved her, she would’ve died with a peace of mind, a sense of contentnt and without any worries.
But he insisted on making her life difficult, making her owe him sothing again.
She thought she could repay his twelve years of kindness with her life, but not only didn’t she clear her debts, she ended up owing him even more.
And moreover, there was no chance to repay him in this lifeti.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes.
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