Chapter 612: Things Will Get Better, They Will
At a young age, he made a name for himself in the business world, single-handedly built his own empire, and possessed unrivaled status and power.
But only she knew how desolate his eyes looked when he drunkenly came home in the late hours of the evening.
Only she knew how cruel and brutal it was for him to lose his legs.
He was still so young.
‘Everything will be better, there’s still lots of hope.’ Jasmine Yale consoled him feebly while crouching at his feet, like a kitten, ‘You also have Little Chale. Things will get better, they will.’
‘Jasy,’ he gazed at her with deep seriousness, ‘I won’t interfere with your life anymore. Will you leave?’
‘I…’
A sentence stuck in her throat.
She didn’t utter a word for a long time.
Leave? Leave Landon?
In these troubling days after his accident, she had thought about trying harder to leave Landon, to pursue a postgraduate degree, or study abroad.
And now, when he asked her so directly, she couldn’t utter a word.
‘During this time, I’ve come to realize that you aren’t my appendage, you should have your own life.’ Sylvan Cheney continued, ‘You’re still young. The latter half of your life shouldn’t be spent taking care of a cripple and a child.’
‘Jasy, now that I’m back, if you want to leave, do so. Don’t wait for me to change my mind.’
‘Don’t talk like that.’ Jasmine Yale suddenly started crying.
Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
What does he mean by cripple? He wasn’t.
He was Sylvan Cheney! A genius in the business world, the pride of the heavens!
‘I am Chale’s biological father, I will take good care of him. I am back now, you can leave him to me.’
Jasmine Yale shook her head, shaking it frantically.
Over time, her bond with Chale Cheney grew stronger. She had completely taken the little boy as her own child.
Although Sylvan Cheney had returned, she still couldn’t let go of the little one.
‘What are you crying for.’ He frowned.
He reached out, gently wiping away her tears with his fingertips.
As his warm fingers touched her eyes, she cried even harder.
‘Stop crying.’ Sylvan Cheney was helpless, ‘If you really miss Chale, you can come live with us. I’ve bought a new villa in the outskirts. That’s where I and Chale will be staying from now on.’
Jasmine Yale was silent, her shoulders twitching, wracked with sobs.
She stifled her sobs, her heart was jittering.
Jasmine Yale hesitated.
She missed Little Chale, but she had no rights to openly move into his house.
She remembered what Tomer had said.
If she gets too close to Sylvan Cheney, people will think she’s coveting his wealth and property.
As if reading her mind, Sylvan Cheney said indifferently,
‘The villa has guest rooms, you can stay as long as you want, and leave when you feel like.’
‘Jasy, given my current condition, I won’t be able to control you any longer. You have to behave yourself, okay?’
Jasmine Yale nodded numbly, like a puppet.
‘Good girl.’ He patted her head again.
She sat before him, retracting her sharp claws, behaving very well.
Like a docile kitten, from her eyes to her actions, everything was docile.
‘Jasy, I apologize for the wrongs I’ve done to you in the past. You’re still young, your life has just begun. I’ll stand behind you, waiting for you to build your own life.’
A single sentence caused the tears Jasmine Yale just swallowed to flow out again.
What was he talking about, why did it sound so harsh to her ears.
She vehemently shook her head.
‘I haven’t thought about these things, at least not now. I’ll help you take care of Little Chale.’