"Miss Yale is already very impressive, making desserts, knitting scarves, good at everything, and also has good grades in school," Butler Santana praised.
Jasmine Yale smiled with pursed lips and said nothing.
It took her over an hour to finish knitting the scarf, then she packed up the greeting card and cookies and handed them over to Butler Santana.
They weren't anything too expensive, but they were all tokens of her affection.
As long as Little Chale liked them, that was good.
After finishing all of this, she glanced at the calendar.
Including the days she had taken off, she was supposed to go back to school in five days.
As the days drew closer, the hand at her chest seemed to tighten more and more, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Given Sylvan Cheney's nature, no matter how much she coaxed or pleaded, he would not relent on matters of principle.
He would definitely take her to the airport.
