Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 265
Chapter 265: Chapter 265: That Woman is Dead
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This feeling was awful, like being deceived, and still helping them count the money.
Bracing herself, Jasmine Yale finally spoke up.
“Mr. Cheney, Little Chale is your son, isn’t it? And Mr. Yale is you too, isn’t it?”
She didn’t even know why she felt compelled to question Sylvan Cheney. Hans Colin’s words had already made it clear.
The words of a person sentenced to prison were surely heartfelt.
Yet, she felt the persistent need to question Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney remained silent for a while.
After a long time, he finally spoke with a slight smile on his face, “Didn’t you say Mr. Yale is refined, gentle and has a good temper, completely different from me?”
Jasmine Yale found herself in an awkward spot.
She did say that, more than once.
Back then, in her eyes, Sylvan and Mr. Yale were two different people.
One was refined, and the other was volatile.
One was the epitome of humility, the other a beast in gentleman’s clothing.
Therefore, when she found out Little Chale might be Sylvan’s son, she felt awkward for a long time.
It felt like she was caught talking ill of someone behind their back…
Like now, her face was burning hot.
The worst part was, she had often gossiped about Sylvan in her friend circle and “Mr. Yale” responded to her frequently!
At this moment, Jasmine had just one feeling—
This was a total disaster.
“Jasmine Yale, with your kind of intellect, how did you ever manage without me?”
Jasmine responded nonchalantly, “I was better off without you. You still haven’t answered my question, is Little Chale your son?”
“Yes.”
This time, Sylvan didn’t deny it.
Although she had mentally prepared herself, hearing his response, Jasmine was still in shock.
It felt like she’d been hit in the chest with a mallet, leaving her feeling unsettled.
Memories shattered in her mind, into fragmented pieces that she couldn’t piece back together.
Her fingers were trembling.
Jasmine was clenching her fists, but she couldn’t feel any pain.
The silence that followed was long and icy cold.
She wanted to ask the three-worded question: “Your own child?” but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Whether Little Chale was Sylvan’s real son or not made no difference to her.
If the answer was still “yes”, she feared she wouldn’t be able to handle the impact.
She felt a surge of pain, like the sharp pain of a knife in her lower abdomen, as she was reminded of the agony she felt three years ago.
Sylvan then added coldly, “You have already signed the adoption agreement. It has legal effect. Jasmine Yale, if you back out, you will have to bear the consequences.”
Sylvan’s face remained indifferent, with no fluctuations in emotion.
“Doesn’t Little Chale have a mother? If so, why do I have to fulfill this obligation?”
“Little Chale doesn’t have a mother.”
“Do you think I’m a three-year-old? If he doesn’t have a mother, how was Little Chale born? Isn’t Yolanda his mother?”
“Yolanda is his aunt. His irresponsible mother is dead! Jasmine Yale, do you need me to spell it out for you?”
Suddenly, Sylvan was furious, his eyes glaring red as he swept a cold gaze over her.
Jasmine felt a pang in her heart—
So, Little Chale was indeed Sylvan’s son, but his mother wasn’t Yolanda.
His mother was dead…
Seeing Jasmine’s aggrieved look, Sylvan couldn’t quite comprehend. What right did she have to feel wronged!
It was her own choice to give up Little Chale, and now she’s feeling aggrieved?
Even letting her interact with Little Chale was a great concession on his part!
He would like to see whether or not Jasmine Yale has a heart.
“I’ll say it again, you’ve already signed the agreement. You can choose to fulfill your obligations or face the legal consequences.”
(Recommended titles from Luo Yi: “Boss too arrogant: husband, let’s get married” and “Trial love for 99 days: the chief’s unmarried wife”, both written under the pen name “Luo Yi to Snow”.)
