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Jasmine Yale’s heart was filled with pain, a pain that could suffocate anyone.

“Home…”

“Can you wait for Jasy? Jasy will come to find you now, okay?”

“Jasy, can you tell me where daddy is? Is daddy never coming back, never ever?” Chale Cheney was crying terribly.

“Who told you that?” Jasmine Yale hastily replied, “Can you wait for Jasy? Jasy will come to find you now.”

“Hmm…” The little guy nodded.

He was lying on the table, staring blankly out the window.

His big eyes were all red, and his long eyelashes were wet with glistening tears.

The little guy lay there, clutching tightly the toy that Sylvan Cheney had bought for him.

“Daddy, daddy…”

The little guy sat motionless in the chair, his little face showing confusion and loss.

“Daddy, come back, okay? Baby wants Little Grey, you play with Baby and Little Grey…”

Chale Cheney rested his head sideways, his shoulders shuddering, he was weeping silently.

After putting down the phone, Jasmine Yale quickly washed up.

She put on a coat quickly, didn’t even have time to grab a scarf, before she jumped into a taxi heading for the Cheney Residence.

She was all too familiar with this road, so familiar that every grass and tree could captivate her thoughts.

The trees in the north wind had already withered, standing bare like columns on the open ground.

The Cheney Residence was still elegant as ever, even in winter, the scenery was captivating.

The fountains, rockeries, pavilions, and towers.

Jasmine Yale had no time to take in all this, she rushed straight towards the entrance after getting off the taxi.

But she hadn’t expected that Butler Santana wasn’t there, only two servants were guarding the gate.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t come in.” A male servant with a cold demeanor stopped Jasmine Yale.

Jasmine Yale stood still, her face showing astonishment and surprise.

Stepping back she calmly asked, “Is Butler Santana here? And the young master…”

“He’s not here.” The servant coldly replied.

“Where is she? Is Mr. Chale Cheney home? I want to see him.”

“I’m sorry, strangers are not welcomed here.”

The servant’s face was expressionless, his attitude arrogant and cold.

Jasmine Yale had never seen these two servants before; they were completely unfamiliar.

The Cheney Residence’s servants were never this haughty; who were these two?

“Did Mr. Cheney say that he wouldn’t welcome me?” Jasmine Yale confronted them, her eyes showing deep uncertainty.

“We’re following the rules.”

The two servants didn’t budge an inch, standing rigidly at the entrance.

With a worried glance at the Cheney Residence, Jasmine Yale wondered where Butler Santana and Little Chale Cheney could be?

But from her angle, she couldn’t get a clear view of the situation inside.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes filled with worry, her heart began to pound with an unexplainable restlessness.

Just as she was pondering her next move, a white Audi pulled up at the entrance.

As the car door slowly opened.

Jasmine Yale squinted her eyes. She had never seen this car before.

As she was lost in confusion, Butler Tomer alighted the car, immediately after, a woman in a white coat followed suit.

“Butler Tomer, it’s okay, I can manage.” Yolanda Fern held Butler Tomer’s hand and gave a smile.

“Miss Fern, it’s too cold, let’s quickly go inside.”

“Alright.”

Yolanda Fern, wearing high-heeled boots, moved gracefully. Her long coat was imposing yet gentle, the white color accentuated her fair complexion.

This was the first time Jasmine Yale was seeing Yolanda Fern up close.

Closeup, she was even more beautiful than from afar.

Her voice was gentle, her eyes and eyebrows like new moons.