She thought of countless days and nights, nestled in his arms, with her hands around his waist, her face always wearing a happy smile.
When he was working, she wanted him to hold her, and he would put his work down to embrace her.
But now, he was ignoring her.
He didn't want her anymore.
Butler Santana was at a loss for words; she didn't know how to comfort Jasmine Yale, as if every attempt to console her was wrong.
Just then, Aunt May came over from afar.
Aunt May knew everything that had happened over the past few days.
She took off her mask and walked towards Jasmine Yale.
"Aunt May." Jasmine Yale smiled and greeted her, a little dimple still visible at the corner of her mouth.
Aunt May felt a tremor in her heart for the pitiful young girl.
She sighed long and hard inwardly, and greeted Jasmine with a smile too: "Jasmine, is your health better? Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable? Tell Aunt May if you're feeling unwell."
Jasmine Yale shook her head.
