Chapter 547: How Could He Die

"Mr. McIntosh, are you joking with me?" she slightly arched the corners of her lips.

Her lips turned as pale as paper.

She detested Sylvan Cheney, she was sick of Sylvan Cheney, she found him hateful, terrifying, and scary, yet she had never wished for his death.

Even those times when she blurted out "Sylvan Cheney, why don't you go die", it was only because she was pushed to the extreme end.

She didn't want him to die.

Even if he had impure motives toward her, used her, forced her, she had never wished for him to die.

Just like in the forest, at the critical moment, she stepped in to take that deadly hit for him—just so he could live.

She could die, but he couldn't.

He had responsibilities; he had little Chaley. How could he die?

He should live a long and healthy life.

"Mr. McIntosh, are you lying to me? Haha, I don't believe it."

Jasmine Yale looked at Charles McIntosh, her eyelashes trembled non-stop.