Chapter 815 No signs of sobriety

Jasmine Yale's body was exceptionally frail, as light as a child when held in his arms.

She was motionless, her eyes closed, her body burning hot.

The car couldn't drive through the forest, so Sylvan Cheney carried her step by step towards the outside.

When they reached the cave entrance, the rain outside was pouring down, creating a waterfall-like curtain at the mouth of the cave.

The bodyguard brought a large raincoat for Jasmine Yale, and Sylvan Cheney draped it over her.

"Jasy, can you hear me speaking? Jasy," Sylvan Cheney called out to her.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers shook uncontrollably.

Jasmine Yale was dozing off in a daze, unresponsive.

"Mr. Cheney, I've already called the people outside; they'll come to our aid soon," the bodyguard said from behind, holding an umbrella.

"Mhm," Sylvan Cheney nodded and strode into the sheet of rain.

It was past one in the morning, truly cold and freezing.