He had done something unforgivable to her while fully aware of it; if this debt were to be settled, Sylvan Cheney was beyond redemption.
He took another drag of his cigarette, the depths of his eyes were deep and tranquil, like the dark waters of a black pool, unfathomable.
About fifteen minutes later, Aunt May completed the basic examination for Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale nervously put on her clothes, sat up, and cautiously asked, "Aunt May, is there any major problem with my health?"
"In a while, let Sylvan give me all the test results."
"Is there a problem?" Jasmine asked nervously.
"I need to look at a few more indicators."
"Alright."
"Go out and tell him to fetch the results, don't let the man idle." Aunt May was blunt.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, tidied her clothes, and headed out.
Sylvan Cheney had finished his cigarette and was already waiting outside.
He had his hands in his pant pockets, his brows furrowed, and his eyes held a deep glimmer.
