Her mind was in a daze, she couldn't see him clearly.
"Jasmine Yale! Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney panicked, calling her name twice in a row, "Didn't you want a baby? Promise me, live well, I'll give you a surprise."
A baby...
Jasmine Yale heard and laughed.
Alright...
She wanted to lift her hand, but found her arm had no strength left.
Sylvan Cheney knew he couldn't delay any longer, or she would lose her life.
She was covered in blood, the bright red blood dyed his eyes, his heart twisted with pain, like being slowly tortured by a knife.
"Jasmine Yale, in the study at the Cheney Residence, the second shelf on the right, pull it open, there's a safe, the password is your birthday. There's something inside you want to see." Sylvan Cheney's voice was gentle, "But you have to live to see it, otherwise you won't."
Just like when they were young, she was lively, active, and smart, he always liked to tease her—
"I want to eat chocolate," she said.
