Jasmine Yale nestled motionlessly against Sylvan Cheney's chest, relying solely on his presence.
She felt so cold, but his chest was warm.
Being close to him, she could feel a bit warmer.
Sylvan Cheney's large hand gently stroked her hair, holding her, his expression somber.
Jasmine's throat felt choked, unable to breathe in or out, her eyes remained red.
Although she had no significant interactions with Zaiden Santos... at least he was someone she knew.
"Are you going to visit the Santos Family?" Jasmine asked in a soft whisper.
"I don't have time recently; Evan Guerrero will handle this matter."
"What about Zaiden's grandfather? Will he find out?"
"For now, no one will be told. Zaiden's grandfather is elderly and not in good health; he couldn't bear such a blow. No one will speak of it; Evan will take care of everything in South Afrika."
"Why did he have to go to South Afrika... Isn't Landon good enough?" Jasmine felt heartbroken.
