Chale Cheney was still clinging to hope, wasn't he?
Had Jasy not contacted him or Elder Cheney for over a year?
Was that really the case?
"Little Chale, when you grow up, you'll understand that people can't be easily compared, at least, not in a few words," Jasmine Yale explained patiently, even though she knew he wouldn't understand.
Just like comparing Yukon Carbon with Sylvan Cheney, how could it be done?
They were two very different characters, even poles apart.
Each had their own merits.
Chale Cheney indeed didn't understand; he tilted his head and tugged at Jasmine Yale's clothes.
"Will Jasy marry Uncle Carbon?"
"Perhaps."
Of all the people she met, the most suitable for marriage was only Yukon Carbon.
Even the picky Sylvan Cheney had said, Yukon was marriage material, hadn't he?
When he asked her to marry Yukon Carbon, he was clearly planning to hide Chale's matters from her for a lifetime.
He didn't want to tell her who Chale's mother was.
