How can she bear all this, having lost her parents at such a young age?
Aunt May looked at Jasmine Yale with love and compassion.
Just then, Charles Mcintosh was walking from the hospital entrance toward the lawn, dressed in a black suit and carrying a paper bag.
As he approached, Jasmine Yale happened to lift her head.
Jasmine smiled at him warmly.
Charles responded with a smile.
"Charles is here, have a seat." Aunt May made room, "Did you buy something nice? Is there anything for me?"
"It's all for Jasmine. If you want something, you'll have to ask her." Charles placed the bags on the chair and began to open them one by one.
He had known Aunt May for many years, and he knew she was optimistic, cheerful, and easygoing. With her accompanying Jasmine Yale, it was certainly the best.
Charles saw the paleness on Jasmine's face but refrained from looking any further, as he focused on unpacking the bags.
