Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Her Newly Cut Short Hair Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Her Newly Cut Short Hair For a mont, the living room was exceptionally quiet.
Jasmine Yale saw in his eyes a compelling coldness, sharpened with a gleam of chill.
“She told everything she knew, true or false,” Jasmine Yale said faintly, “I think, you know too. But you never told , did you?”
“Mr. Cheney, you knew the whole truth last year, but you didn’t say a word to . I don’t know whether to praise you for your deep sches or your tight-lipped secrecy. You really keep everything from , never telling anything…”
“Mr. Cheney, I know my relationship with you isn’t that close, and you really don’t need to tell everything. But why do you keep things that are about from ?”
Jasmine Yale struggled to control her emotions, her heart fluctuating wildly.
She was afraid of Sylvan Cheney; it had been a long ti since she had questioned him like this.
She confronted him, asking a series of questions.
She didn’t want to be unclear about her mother’s issues.
“You clearly knew last year, yet you acted like you knew nothing. If I’m not mistaken, Kaine Zahir and his family were all driven away by you, right? That’s why, when I asked Joe Heath to help find them, we couldn’t find anyone at all!”
“Jasmine Yale, you know everything, so why co and ask ? Huh?” Sylvan Cheney’s face was lit with an indifferent glow.
“Is it true? Is it?” Jasmine Yale grabbed the hem of his shirt, her eyes shimring with tear stains, “Is Kaine Zahir really not my biological father? Then where is my dad? Where is he? Have you been to my hotown? Did you take my mother’s things?”
“Your father? Dead,” Sylvan Cheney laughed coldly.
Jasmine Yale was startled, her legs went weak, and she staggered back two steps.
She looked at Sylvan Cheney incredulously, trying to detect any sign of lying in his eyes.
However… his eyes held nothing but indifference, devoid of any warmth.
Restrained, piercingly cold.
“Can you explain it to , please?” Jasmine Yale begged, her eyes bright red.
She knew nothing.
The only thing she knew was the little Yolanda Fern had told her.
When she found out Kaine Zahir was not her biological father, she was greatly shocked and couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
And…
Jasmine Yale swallowed hard, her heart pounding.
She looked up at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney was also looking at her.
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze fell on her newly cut short hair, stirring up a tumult of coldness in his eyes.
All the light in his eyes shattered.
“Mr. Cheney, can you please explain to ? Or, can you give back my mother’s things?” Jasmine Yale asked pleadingly.
She knew she had angered him.
Perhaps her tone was too aggressive, her temper too strong, and he was displeased.
She didn’t dare question him further, her tone now tinged with cautiousness.
“Jasmine Yale, Kaine Zahir is not your biological father, your biological father has long been dead. What else do you want to know?”
“Then where is Kaine Zahir? Where is my father’s grave? What’s his na? Can you clarify?”
“Your biological father never raised you for a day, and now he’s dead. What else is there for you to look for?” Sylvan Cheney’s gaze flickered with a frosty chill.
“What kind of thing is that to say? Regardless, he is my father, connected by blood, do you understand?” Jasmine Yale looked at him incredulously, “Hah, of course, you don’t understand. If you did, you wouldn’t send a three-year-old to a training ground.”
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