Butler Santana was taken aback again.
She dreaded Jasmine Yale bringing up Sylvan Cheney, yet Jasmine mentioned him anyway.
"Miss Yale, look, the weather is great today. You must be bored. After you finish the soup, let's go for a walk." Butler Santana tried her best to change the topic.
"His dad can be quite naughty sometimes. For instance, when we're watching a movie, Little Chale is right there, and he kisses me," Jasmine Yale smiled slightly, her voice gentle like a thin stream, flowing over her heart without leaving a trace.
Butler Santana's nose tingled, and tears almost escaped.
She had lived half her life and seen many things, but at this moment, her heart was heavy.
"He said he would buy me gifts every day. Butler Santana, can you calculate how many days it's been since he bought me one..." Jasmine Yale's throat was hoarse, her eyes red, "His words don't count."
"Miss Yale..."
