Chapter 916: Chapter 916: Cold Face, Cold Heart, Dark and Ruthless Chapter 916: Chapter 916: Cold Face, Cold Heart, Dark and Ruthless “Talking to you about it, you wouldn’t understand, but it’s a place that ‘toughens you up’. Go in a tender little kiddo, co out a little piece of charcoal. Before, they were lively and adorable, but afterwards, they just wilt down.”
At least, that was the case for him.
He had only been there for a few days, not even a week.
It was the height of sumr when his mother picked him up, and it just about broke her heart.
He used to be so pale, but when he ca out, he was both dark and thin.
He rembered it took him a year to turn himself back into the Pretty Boy he once was.
Joe Heath wouldn’t have made it worse, but once he ntioned it, Jasmine Yale’s fluctuating emotions began to spread through her limbs and bones.
Little Chale was just three years old…
How could Sylvan Cheney be so cruel?
Wasn’t Little Chale his own son? Why treat a child like that?
Little Chale was so adorable, would he still be the sa after training camp?
She really hadn’t expected that Little Chale had been sent to such a place, and Sylvan Cheney hadn’t said a word to her about it.
Yeah, what was there to say to her? Little Chale had nothing to do with her…
Sorrow and sentint rose from the bottom of her heart, filling her body like an electric current, sweeping through her.
Her chest felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over it.
Her hand holding the phone…started to shake a little.
“Looks like my brother didn’t tell you, but it doesn’t matter if he didn’t. You don’t need to worry about it anymore, it’s been over two months since he was sent there, by now, he’s probably turned into a Little Black,” Joe Heath sighed, “Poor kid, to be born into any family but had to be born into my brother’s.”
“If I had a kid, I would never do sothing so heartless.”
“But to tell you the truth, the little tyke really is adorable, and well born,” Joe Heath pondered.
He had to admit that the genetics were good.
Chale Cheney was one of those particularly cute kids he’d ever seen, truly inheriting all of his brother’s good features without any of his flaws.
The little guy was innocent and lively, extroverted, a genuine chatterbox.
But with one trip to the training camp, he fears he might end up like his brother.
Like his brother, what was there to like about that?
Cold face, cold heart, dark and rciless, with deep sches.
“The little kiddo, you’d think he would be pampered in the palm of a hand, who could bear to send him to such a place? It’s not fit for humans. You know? You have to get up very early in the morning, train under the scorching sun, practice boxing; the masters there discipline strictly, and if you don’t obey, you get beaten, no matter whose son you are,” Joe Heath said.
“Don’t talk anymore…” Jasmine’s voice trembled.
Her mind was filled with images of the little guy, and how he would run up to her, calling her “Jasy,” with his little legs.
It was all him, all about him.
But then the scene shifted, and she imagined the little guy being sent to the training camp, getting scolded by the master, even getting beaten.
Little Chale had such delicate skin, how could he endure such hardship?
Especially since he was only three years old!
How could there be such a heartless father in this world?
He had grown up without a father’s love, would he also treat his own son the sa way?
Little Chale, born into any family but had to be born into Sylvan Cheney’s.
If the little guy’s mother were still around, she would be heartbroken, wouldn’t she?
Jasmine’s heart felt blocked, as if stuffed with cotton, her throat sour and unable to speak a word for a long ti.
She couldn’t bear to imagine such scenes and images.
Little Chale… her Little Chale was still so young.
Why was Sylvan Cheney so utterly heartless?
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