Chapter 831: Dominating Her for Twelve Years

Unwilling to wake up?

As they chatted, Sylvan Cheney stopped at the entrance to the hospital room.

Pushing the door open, he immediately saw Jasmine Yale on the hospital bed.

Her face was pale, devoid of color, her arm punctured by several needles, leaving a dense patch of holes and purplish marks.

The caretaker had changed her into a clean hospital gown and tidied her hair.

Jasmine now looked clean and fresh, yet like a lifeless puppet.

"Has the fever gone down?" Sylvan Cheney asked.

"Not yet back to normal temperature," the doctor said.

"You can leave now."

"Yes."

Sylvan Cheney strode into the room, and the doctor stood at the door to close it for him.

The spacious hospital room was bathed in sunlight, the curtains drawn halfway, filling the room with ample warmth.

"Jasy," Sylvan Cheney sat at the bedside, his large, thick hand holding her small one, calling her name in a deep voice.

Due to the IV, her body was very cool, especially her hands.