Not only that, but there was also a hint of nervousness in her heart. Could this… be what it feels like to meet an elder for the first time?
The female doctor in front of them was kind and approachable, and Jasmine Yale found her very amicable.
Her heart was still beating wildly, and her palms were sweaty. The hand Sylvan Cheney was holding felt warm.
Everything around them was cozy, even warmer than the sunlight outside.
"So beautiful." Aunt May complimented Jasmine Yale again, and couldn't help but pull her away from Sylvan's side. "With this beauty, I wish you were my daughter-in-law. My son is a few years younger than Sylvan—why don't you consider him?"
Sylvan Cheney: "..."
Jasmine Yale smiled. "Aunt May, Sylvan treats me very well."
"Really?" Aunt May looked unconvinced and glanced at Sylvan.
Sylvan changed the subject. "Aunt May, why don't you give Jasmine a check-up?"
"The medicine you took from me before—was it for Jasmine?" Aunt May's smile faded.
