Chapter 291: Depression and Jumping Into a Lake

"What is she doing on the rooftop?" Sylvan Cheney's heart skipped a beat, his brow furrowed, tension wrinkling his forehead.

"Jasy bought some wind chimes and said she was going to hang them up on the rooftop." Chale Cheney explained.

Relief spread across Sylvan's face as he rubbed his temple where a quick pulse had started throbbing.

"Remember to have your meals on time, Dad. Don't tire yourself too much."

"I know." Sylvan murmured, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Chale missed his father Sylvan a lot, but he understood that Sylvan was busy and he couldn't always cling to his side.

Now that Jasy was here, it was the same situation.

After hanging up the phone, Sylvan lit up a cigarette.

It was just lunchtime in Edinburgh, where the local time lagged behind China's.

Sylvan stood at the window, deep in thought.