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“Miss Yale, two minutes left.”

Someone walked over, their voice particularly grating.

Jasmine Yale was startled, nodding hurriedly, “I know.”

“Senior, I need to go now, goodbye.” Jasmine’s heart was pounding wildly.

Her hand shook slightly.

“Go on, don’t come here again, Jasmine. Take care.” Hans Colin weakly raised his hand.

He wanted to touch her, but they were separated by a window, reaching only the icy surface.

Another deep sigh, he put his hand down helplessly.

Jasmine couldn’t bear to look at him, turning away.

In just a week’s time, Hans Colin had become worn and aged, devoid of his former charisma.

“Senior, one last question, you tell me.” Jasmine Yale looked up.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, a layer of confusion spread over her big eyes.

“Tell me.”

There were no major ripples on Hans Colin’s face, he was very calm, very calm.

Jasmine hesitated, her words stuck in her throat.

“Jasmine, I will tell you what I know,” Hans Colin smiled and said, “The truth.”

He emphasized the last few words.

Jasmine didn’t know how to start, she wasn’t sure if she should ask or not.

She hesitated.

After pondering for a long time, she decided to ask.

“Senior, have you investigated Mr. Cheney? You… can you tell me, is that child Mr. Cheney’s son?”

She trusted the little guy implicitly, she always felt that he was Sylvan Cheney’s friend, Mr. Yale’s son.

But, after the kidnapping incident last time, she doubted.

She asked Sylvan Cheney, but Sylvan denied it, calling her stupid.

But after thinking back and forth for a while, she found some things unexplainable.

For example, the little guy and Sylvan Cheney looked very alike.

For example, the little guy and Sylvan Cheney had a good relationship.

For example, Sylvan Cheney was willing to spend time with the little guy.

She understood Sylvan Cherny’s character well; he was not willing to waste his time on useless people or matters.

Moreover, he did not have much patience with children.

The answer increasingly pointed to the fact that little Chaley was indeed Sylvan Cheney’s son.

But she was afraid to ask.

If it was really so, that would mean little Chaley was his child with another woman, and she, the fool, was in a good relationship with his son.

Her own child was tossed away by Sylvan Cheney, but she was nice to his son. She felt like a complete fool.

It felt like she was being deceived.

She was scared of the answer.

She really liked little Chaley, liked him so much…

But if little Chaley was his biological son, she was definitely, definitely not going to raise his child for him anymore.

She couldn’t bring herself to do something so noble.

But in doing so, she would go back on her words. That she would protect the little guy, protect him forever and ever.

And, she really couldn’t bear to part with the little guy.

He would hug her neck to cheer her up, snuggle into her arms to sleep, and wipe her tears for her.

Hans Colin was puzzled why Jasmine was asking this question.

He nodded, firm in his tone, “Yes.”

In that moment, Jasmine’s mind exploded in a ‘buzz’, going completely blank!

Her lips trembled severely.

The hands hanging by her side clenched, released, clenched… she didn’t know what to do.

Hans Colin said “yes”…

He said yes.

In the quiet space, there was a ‘clang’ sound, like the sound of a heart shattering.

Her eyes had forgotten to blink, vacant gaze filled with glistening tear drops, she blankly stared at the white wall in front of her.

Three years later, Sylvan Cheney was still intent on rubbing salt into her wounds.

So, he parades his child born with another woman in front of her, is that it?