When Yukon Carbon came over again, he had a flare-up of gastritis, and he grimaced in pain.
Just as he was about to call someone to bring him medicine, he looked up and saw Yukon Carbon.
Sylvan Cheney frowned even more deeply: "What are you here for again?"
Yukon Carbon had his hands in the pockets of his coat, standing against the light, his figure tall and composed, with a calm, gentle expression on his face.
He looked at Sylvan Cheney: "I brought Jasmine Yale."
Sylvan Cheney, who was usually calm, suddenly became angry: "Yukon Carbon, why did you bring her here?! Are you insane, bringing her to a place like this? What do you want? Let her leave!"
The burning, stabbing pain in his stomach made large beads of sweat drip down Sylvan Cheney's forehead. He looked unwell, his face pale as paper. Despite that, he glared fiercely at Yukon Carbon, his eyes bloodshot.
"She's right outside, don't you want to see her?"
