Mr. Cheney's adoration for his young son was sky-high, he wished to give him only the best of everything.
Yet, his care for Miss Yale went beyond her understanding.
She had thought that Mr. Cheney never really cared about women.
Jasmine Yale paused for a moment, her cheeks reddening.
"He's just joking," said Jasmine Yale indifferently, and turned to leave, "I'm fine sleeping in the guest room."
With that, Jasmine Yale headed upstairs.
She had often slept in Sylvan Cheney's bed before, with the most memorable time being her 20th birthday.
Thinking about that, she felt a complexity of emotions.
"Miss Yale, this Saturday, Mr. Cheney said that you should accompany the young master to the hospital for a physical examination."
Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks and looked downstairs, "Physical examination?"
"Yes, it's customary."
"Oh, I see, I'll take Little Chale there then."