Chapter 508: Chapter 508: What would you do if the baby is still alive?

“Mr. Cheney, I think you can understand how I’m feeling.” Jasmine Yale said calmly, “I lost my own baby three years ago, he was also your flesh and blood.”

“If it weren’t for the accident three years ago and the baby were still here, what would you do?”

Sylvan Cheney held a cigarette in between his lips.

Smoky tendrils curled around his face.

His handsome and determined face hidden in the interplay between the light and the smoke, partly concealed and partly seen.

“There are no ifs.” Jasmine Yale was exceptionally calm.

She sat on the bed with her legs folded, her eyes without a ripple.

“Answer me.”

“There’s nothing good to answer.” Jasmine Yale didn’t like this kind of question, “Let’s not bring up that baby anymore…tell me, is Little Chale doing better?”

She had been worrying at home all day.

Several times she wanted to go to the hospital, but restrained herself.

She had promised herself, once Little Chale had a mother, she would step aside.

“He’s fine.” Sylvan Cheney replied in a disgruntled tone.

“That’s good, take good care of him. You don’t really need me to tell you that, I know you treat him well. You’re a good father…” As she spoke, Jasmine Yale began to cry.

Fearful of Sylvan Cheney noticing her abnormality, she hung up the phone.

She started to miss her little rascal.

She missed him terribly.

After Jasmine Yale hung up the phone, Sylvan Cheney’s brows furrowed tightly.

Just then, Charles McIntosh called him.

“Mr. Cheney, I found the license plate number you were asking about.”

“Speak.”

“The owner of the Cayenne is a real estate magnate called Haynes Seasons, now established in the US.”

“A businessman?”

“Yes, a businessman.” Charles McIntosh paused, “but…”

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze dimmed slightly.

But?

“Mr. Cheney, this Mr. Seasons has another identity, he’s very famous in the US.”

“What?”

“Hypnotist.”

As the word fell, a storm seemed to strike in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.

Like a thunderstorm in June that blackened the night, instantly destroying everything with its lightning and fire.

Darkness invaded, sharp as a knife and cold as frost!

“Mr. Cheney, this Mr. Seasons has someone he likes.” Charles McIntosh added.

Having found all this out, Charles McIntosh roughly knew what Jasmine Yale intended to do.

Sylvan Cheney was smart, he must understand too.

When Charles McIntosh found out, his heart also chilled.

“Mr. Cheney, Mr. Seasons is still in Landon, do you need me to have someone keep an eye on him?”

“No need.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was low and hoarse.

Charles McIntosh said no more.

Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone, the cigarette between his fingers continued to burn without stopping.

Ash fell on the ground, scattering gray embers.

The faint light in his eyes was extinguished in an instant.

When he returned to the bedroom, Little Chale was already in bed asleep.

The young boy’s body was soft and comfortable in his arms.

Sylvan Cheney held Little Chale and laid down.

…

On Christmas Eve, Respected Majesty was off for half the day.

Jasmine Yale happily tidied her things in the office, ready to go home.

“Jasmine, here, an apple! The company’s distributing them, one for each person!” Xara came over.

Jasmine took it: “Thank you.”

“Jasmine, do you have any plans for tonight?”

“No plans, just going to watch a movie tonight.” Jasmine Yale laughed.

“Hehe, I recently got a boyfriend, we’re also going out to watch a movie, remember to book your tickets in advance.”

“Really?” Jasmine Yale was quite surprised.

Does everyone have boyfriends now?

“Jasmine, bye, I’m leaving first!”

“Mmm.”

Jasmine Yale cleaned her desk carefully, and placed a bunch of beautiful baby’s breath in the vase.

In the office, Jasmine Yale was the last to leave.

Christmas Eve holds no particular significance for her, she worked overtime till five in the evening.