Chapter 819: Chapter 819: Take Him with Us
Sylvan Cheney and Charles Mcintosh are the most typical examples.
However, it also relates to their own personalities.
But no matter what, that place is a brutal and ruthless battlefield.
There is no warmth of human relations, nor is there any pity for you.
Lilac Serval rembered that place, filled with mories.
Yet, she did not detest that place so much because it was there that she found a stable ho, no longer subject to cold stares and exclusion, nor dared anyone bully her again.
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There were many children at the training ground, and she was happy with them.
Not only were the descendants of The Childe family there, but other influential families also sent their children to seek admission.
It was indeed a very wonderful ti.
It added a bold stroke to her life.
Even today, thinking about it, her heart is filled with intense mixed emotions.
A complex blend of tastes.
“Mhm.” Sylvan responded gravely on the other end.
“Mr. Cheney, Little Chale Cheney is different from other children, he is very lovely. I am not usually close to children, but I especially like him,” said Lilac Serval, “Do you really need to send him there?”
“Take him with you.”
Lilac Serval nodded, hearing the firmness in Sylvan Cheney’s tone.
“Alright, I’ll buy another plane ticket and take him to Lonton with .”
Lilac Serval knew Sylvan Cheney’s concerns.
Boys, of course, need to be trained from a young age, especially being Sylvan Cheney’s son.
With Sylvan Cheney, life naturally involves blood and gore; if Chale Cheney cannot protect himself, there is no talking of the future.
Mr. Cheney cannot always protect him for the rest of his life.
Just like the incident that had just happened.
“It’s tough,” Sylvan Cheney said as he took a drag of his cigarette.
“It’s alright, it’s necessary,” replied Lilac Serval.
Lilac Serval did not say much more. When she went to pick up the little one, she feared Little Chale Cheney would hold her as an archenemy again.
She smiled bitterly.
Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone and leaned silently against a seat to smoke.
The sound of the rain whooshing filled his ears, the torrential downpour showing no sign of stopping.
The night wind was stronger, and the air was filled with a faint mist.
It had been raining continuously for several days in Landon.
When Sylvan Cheney arrived at the hospital, Jasmine Yale had already been admitted to a ward.
The spacious and bright ward was fully heated, a completely different scene from the outside.
The VIP ward had excellent sound insulation. Despite the storm raging outside, it was quiet within, and none of the noise could be heard.
Jasmine Yale lay on the bed, motionless.
“Mr. Cheney, we have already examined Miss Yale. Apart from a high fever and so external injuries, there’s nothing serious,” the doctor said.
“When can the fever subside?”
“That depends on the situation. Miss Yale’s fever is quite severe.”
“Understood.”
“Then Mr. Cheney, I’ll leave first.”
“Mhm.”
The doctor closed the door and left.
Sylvan Cheney went to the dressing room and changed into a clean, gray, thin sweater. He then took a wet towel from the restroom.
Sitting at the bedside, he bent over to look at Jasmine Yale lying on the bed.
“Jasy.”
There was no response.
He used the towel to wipe her face and arms, and everywhere he touched was burning hot.
He sighed and silently wiped her body.
Jasmine Yale’s complexion was not good, pale with a yellowish waxiness, devoid of any color.
Sylvan Cheney reached out to brush aside so stray hair from her forehead; her fair little face looked even paler under the light.
Most of the IV fluid was still in the bag, dripping slowly.
Sylvan Cheney knew Jasmine Yale wouldn’t wake up anyti soon, so he sliced an apple and placed it on the bedside plate.
That way, she would have sothing to eat as soon as she woke up.
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