Chapter 286: Keeping a Mistress Outside

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There was a faint smell of tobacco on him.

Did he smoke a lot after leaving the cinema?

With the light, she finally saw two nail scratches she had made on his neck.

Long ones, stained with blood.

He held Little Chaley in his arms without saying a word, and closed his eyes. Jasmine Yale saw the red cord on his hand was still there, not unraveled. Hers… as well.

The lights in the car were turned off, and the surroundings plunged into darkness and silence again, extremely quiet.

Jasmine Yale was also tired, so many things had happened today.

She rested her head, holding Little Chaley’s little tiger, and began to doze off.

When she fell asleep, everything was tranquil. Her long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow at her eyes’ corner, tender, beautiful, and serene.

Halfway through the journey, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.

He answered.

“Mr. Cheney, we received news from Idinburgh, saying that Elder Childe’s

health is deteriorating recently.”

The voice was Charles Mcintosh’s, cool and calm.

Sylvan Cheney frowned: “Did the doctor see him?”

Elder Childe was no one else but his maternal grandfather, Spencer Childe.

His grandfather only had a single daughter’, Qiana Childe, who was Sylvan

Cheney’s mother.

Spencer Childe had a vast family estate in Idinburgh, US. After the death of

Qiana Childe, he lived alone.

“The doctor has seen him, says it’s because of old age, plus the Master’s health hasn’t been great.” Charles Mcintosh said.

“I see.”

“Mr. Cheney…As you know, your father might have designs on Old Master’s

inheritance.”

“He has some nerve to covet it.”

Sylvan Cheney sneered, his face frozen with mockery.

Betraying his mother and raising a mistress outside, he now has the cheek to covet his grandfather and mother’s assets.

“Mr. Cheney, will you come to Idinburgh? I can arrange the trip.”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine Yale fluttered her eyelids, and woke up.

Sylvan Cheney saw that Jasmine Yale was awake, and he hung up the phone.

“Did I wake you up?”

Jasmine Yale shook her head: “No.”

She subconsciously looked at the little one in Sylvan Cheney’s arms.

Little Chaley was still asleep, sleeping peacefully.

“You haven’t told me about what happened in the hotel during the day.” said Sylvan Cheney.

“Nothing much to say, now that you have captured that person, just don’t let her go.”

Jasmine Yale didn’t want to invite trouble again.

Especially Nancy Emmett, the words she spat out were more and more unpleasant.

She is a shrew.

“As I said before, I won’t let anyone bully you.” Sylvan Cheney spoke lightly.

He glanced at her under the faint light; she appeared somewhat disheartened.

“Hmm.”

Jasmine Yale rubbed her forehead, without any interest in his words.

“Tell me, why did you start a fight with someone? Hmm?”

Sylvan Cheney lowered his voice so as not to wake Little Chaley.

His question reminded her of her childhood

When she had a fight or argument with someone, he would always ask, “why did you fight?”

Back then, she didn’t know how to lie, and she always said the truth.

If she wasn’t at fault, he would usually give the other side a severe lesson.

If it was her fault, he would just say lightly, “I won’t take it easy on you next time.”

But, while he said that, the next time, he still indulged her.

He had really indulged her for those twelve years.

So much so, she always thought that whatever happens, he would stand by her side.

“Have you become mute?” Sylvan Cheney frowned discontentedly.

He didn’t like to meddle, but it also didn’t mean anyone can bully his people.

“Remember the woman who I undressed on the cruise last time?”