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“She coughed lightly twice.

At this point, her throat felt itchy, accompanied by a burning sensation.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Sylvan Cheney frowned, glancing at her sideways.

Her complexion wasn’t that good, and her lips were pale too.

She had spent the whole night fainting on the ground according to Butler Santana, suffering from both a fever and low blood sugar.

“Say what? If everyone enjoyed themselves, that’s all that matters. I don’t want to dampen the mood.” Jasmine Yale spoke truthfully.

“I’ll pay more attention next time.”

“Huh? There won’t be a next time for me.”

After all, these are games that only the wealthy play, and she would be better off not touching them. Who knew if she would get hooked and end up like Hans Colin?

Gambling, drug abuse, and prostitution were all things she should stay clear of.

All she needed to do was work hard, make money, date conscientiously, and lead a good life.

“What are you afraid of when I’m here?” Sylvan Cheney lightly lifted his eyebrows, “Events like these won’t decrease in the future.”

“Then you can have your fun.” Jasmine Yale declined.

If he wanted to play, why did he need her to back him? To make himself seem smarter?

“Two players winning brings in more money than just one.”

“What’s yours is yours, and what’s mine is mine. We are separate.”

“Family doesn’t talk like outsiders.”

“I am not related to you by blood, nor am I your friend!” Jasmine Yale grew angry.

Family, she thought.

A discussion with Tomer suddenly came to mind—

“Mr. Cheney won’t treat you unfairly. He mentioned last time that in the future, he will find a good home for you.”

Did he say different things when speaking to her compared to others?

Did he still want to treat her like a sister?

Their relationship had already become too awkward.

Furthermore, she would never forget the incident from three years ago. Never.

“Stop using that as an excuse and tell me exactly what type of relationship you’re expecting.” Sylvan Cheney said with an indifferent gaze.

“Sylvan, you and I…are irreconcilable.”

Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth, uttering each word explicitly.

That incident she wanted to bury deep in her heart forever because… no one wanted to rekindle painful memories. That could only hurt her.

Sylvan chuckled as if he had heard something amusing, lightly tapping on the steering wheel.

“Irreconcilable? I can’t bear that charge.”

Jasmine refused to say anything more. At this point, it felt like a knife was piercing through her heart!

She clenched her fists, hoping that this might alleviate the pain in her heart.

Silence filled the car in her absence of words.

The tranquility was deafening.

With the car on a wide road, it kept moving forward.

Black shadows from the trees lined the roadside, quickly retreating. The road lamps stood sturdily, their light cast on the ground creating a shadow.

The road was barely occupied by other vehicles.

Unaccustomed to the silence, Jasmine turned on the car radio.

With a light tap, the familiar sound of a violin filled the car.

In the past, she didn’t enjoy such music and would constantly badger Sylvan to change the track.

Each time, Sylvan would accuse her of having no taste.

Today, she couldn’t care less about what music was playing, as long as the awkwardness subsided.

“Jasmine Yale.” He called her name.

His voice was low, clear, but carried a hint of helplessness.

“What.”

She rested her head on her hand, looking outside the window, refusing to look at him.

“Let’s finish the adoption procedures for Little Chale. Come with me to take the ID photos tomorrow,” Sylvan proposed.

Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of “Little Chale”.

Her heart bumped fiercely, like a deer frantically running around.

An indescribable feeling spread throughout her body…

Pain? Helplessness? Or perhaps resignation?