Her voice was clear and moist, very low.
"Were you together this entire past year?" Sylvan Cheney asked indifferently.
"Mm, I'm heading to the airport to return to Cakago soon. Mr. Cheney, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been with 'your son' without your permission." Jasmine Yale emphasized those few words heavily.
"No!" Chale Cheney cut in, "It was me who called Jasy, it was I who asked Jasy to come."
Sylvan Cheney was silent.
After a long while, he spoke heavily, "Give me your phone to call me."
After saying this, he hung up.
Chale Cheney pouted, emmm... was he trying to avoid him?
Was that contempt?
Jasmine Yale had to put her suitcase in place, take out her phone, smile at Chale Cheney, and say, "Wait for Jasy to finish the call, then I'll go to the airport with you."
Now that things had come to this, Chale Cheney knew there was no chance of redemption.
His eyes shone with a lost light.
