"Right." Lilac Serval soothed him.
Chale Cheney's eyes sparkled with belief, easily deceived as most children are, he believed Lilac Serval.
Even though this aunt had previously lied to him, she was a close friend of Uncle Mcintosh, so she mustn't be a bad person.
Lilac Serval picked up Chale Cheney from the hospital.
She took him to a western restaurant for a meal and stayed by his side the entire time.
"Is the steak tasty?" Lilac Serval asked.
"It's tasty," Chale Cheney nodded. "If only Dad and Jasy were here."
Lilac Serval didn't know what to say.
It seemed the little guy had a good relationship with Jasmine Yale, always thinking about her.
Lilac Serval looked at the torrential rain outside, her somber gaze held a faint dimness with no clear boundaries.
Sylvan Cheney's men had been searching for Yolanda Fern all afternoon, but strangely, they hadn't found Yolanda Fern and Jasmine Yale.
In fifteen minutes, how far could two women run?