Everyone else could see Sylvan Cheney's merits, except for him.
"It's not your place to criticize whether I've forgotten or not!" Spencer Childe angrily banged his cane.
"Exactly, which is why you don't even have the courage to call Sylvan over to confront him openly, only daring to take it out on me," Jasmine Yale said flatly.
"That scoundrel, I'll deal with him myself, but before that, I want to thoroughly deal with you!" Spencer Childe struck Jasmine Yale again with his cane.
The cane was made of solid wood; it landed on Jasmine Yale's frail back with a dull thud.
Jasmine Yale's brow furrowed deeply, her entire body throbbing with pain.
"Grandfather, since you've brought her here today, let's discipline her properly in front of everyone in the Cheney Family, as a vent for our ancestors," Lana Fern looked down at Jasmine Yale, kneeling on the ground, feeling vindicated.
Although she couldn't outtalk Jasmine Yale, her glibness was lacking, but Spencer Childe was on her side!
