Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 871: The Young Master Is Not Her Biological Son

Chapter 871 -871: The Young Master Is Not Her Biological Son

She even remembered the first day she saw the little guy, with his favorite big yellow duck backpack on, standing across the street calling her “pretty sister”…

She remembered taking his hand and bringing him home, buying him snacks, and bathing him.

It really seemed like a dream.

Otherwise, why couldn’t she see her little Chaley now?

Jasmine Yale’s eyes were somewhat vacant, with a white expanse before her, unable to see anything.

A sour and painful sensation flowed at the tip of her heart, a gentle movement was all it took to feel the oppressive pain.

“Little Chaley…” Jasmine Yale called out in a daze.

No one answered her anymore.

“Little Chaley…”

Her choking, hoarse voice echoed in the empty living room, like a lingering melody that couldn’t be stopped or swept away.

Butler Santana was not good with words; she didn’t know how to comfort Jasmine Yale.

Just then, Jasmine Yale suddenly ran towards the staircase.

She ran up the stairs quickly, her footsteps going “thud, thud, thud!”

Butler Santana panicked and hurriedly followed behind: “Miss Yale, Miss Yale, where are you going?”

Jasmine Yale ran up the stairs, all the way to little Chaley’s bedroom!

When she pushed open the door again and saw the empty, lifeless bedroom, her tears couldn’t be held back any longer.

The little tiger she had bought for him was still there, the snacks she bought were uneaten, everything was there but he was not.

Jasmine Yale could no longer control her emotions; she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

She threw herself over, hugging the little tiger she bought for Chaley’s bed, crying incessantly.

Last time at the cinema, he was so happy when she bought it for the baby, always by the bed, insisting on sleeping with it.

It was just an ordinary little plush tiger, yet he treated it like a treasure, not allowing anyone else to even touch it.

“Little Chaley, Little Chaley… Baby, please come back… We’ll go to the movies, buy new clothes… Jasy will be with you… You come back… Baby, please come back…” Jasmine Yale cried with a choked voice.

Her tears were unstoppable, she couldn’t control her emotions at all.

Soon, her tears had soaked her clothes, and the little tiger in her hands.

Jasmine Yale carefully dabbed it dry; she couldn’t let little Chaley’s tiger get dirty.

An overwhelming sorrow surged like a breached dam, unstoppable.

Her crying echoed in the bedroom.

The feeling was just like three years ago, as if a piece of her heart had been hollowed out, never to be filled again.

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“Miss Yale, don’t cry, your health has just recovered,” Butler Santana hurried over.

She didn’t expect Jasmine Yale to react so strongly; after all, the young master wasn’t her biological son, and she thought Jasmine would be just momentarily upset.

But she was wrong; Jasmine Yale’s reaction was far more intense than she had imagined.

It was as if her own child had left.

Perhaps deep down, Jasmine Yale truly regarded the young master as her own son.

Butler Santana felt sad listening to Jasmine Yale cry.

But no matter what, the young master was already gone…

Butler Santana went to help Jasmine Yale, but she wouldn’t let her, shaking off her hand and lying on the bed, refusing to get up.

Tears streamed down, and her agony was beyond words.

It was as if her world had suddenly collapsed, the last glimmer of light now completely vanished.

“Baby, baby…”

Jasmine Yale wailed loudly, distraught with grief.

Butler Santana was very afraid; Jasmine Yale had just come back from the hospital, how could she cry like this.

If she ended up in the hospital again, what would they do?

But she was helpless, Mr. Cheney hadn’t returned yet.

Every time she tried to touch Jasmine Yale, she would be pushed away.