"He made me unhappy, so why should I make him happy." Jasmine Yale pouted, "I told you, on the road to the afterlife, I won't pay attention to him. Even if he calls me, I won't respond, even if he tries to coax me, I won't respond, I'll just pretend I don't know him..."
Jasmine Yale's voice choked up.
She couldn't continue speaking.
Sylvan Cheney, truly heartless.
How could he bear to abandon her in this lonely world?
This lonely world, so desolate, so cold, so cold.
"Miss Yale." Charles Mcintosh suppressed his emotions, "Mr. Cheney will come back, he will. You should go to Cakago and study well, then I'll bring the young master over to attend elementary school, and you take good care of the young master, okay?"
"Chale Cheney is his son, why should I take care of him? Let him take care of him himself, you let him come himself."
"Miss Yale..."
