Sylvan Cheney had taken care of her for a while last time, which did indeed make her feel better, but to some extent, the root of the illness still remained.
Jasmine Yale remembered the year she had the miscarriage; she didn't rest well, and without anyone to take care of her, she was constantly living in fear and had a tough time.
That year, her body was severely damaged.
At first, when she got her period, the pain was unbearable, and she even took painkillers.
Remembering this, Jasmine's heart quivered again.
"I have Sweet Kitty outside." Jasmine smiled, "Holding Sweet Kitty makes me feel better."
Sylvan scooped another spoonful of soup and fed it to her.
Jasmine drank it.
The chicken soup was delicious, and she liked it without feeling sick of it.
After a few sips, she felt much warmer and not so cold anymore.
"Has he come to see you?" Sylvan asked indifferently.
