Capítulo 1599: Chapter 1599: Sunny and Fine, Suitable for Marriage
Aunt May’s words fell, and even her sparse voice was filled with immense fatigue.
There are some things that you can’t afford to think about—thinking even a little makes you very tired.
She pushed away Lana Fern’s hand from her shoulder. “You should go back. I have a surgery to perform in a little while.”
“Aunt May, let me peel you an orange,” Lana Fern reached out towards the fruit basket.
“No need—I don’t feel like eating an orange. You go ahead, leave me to some quiet time.” Aunt May propped herself against the table, supporting her head.
She closed her eyes, the exhaustion written plainly in her expression.
“Aunt May, I’m so sorry… I really didn’t come here to intentionally tell you all this. I know how close you are with the Cheney Family—I meant no harm.” Lana Fern lowered her voice in apology. “I promise I won’t bring it up again in the future. Aunt May, I truly apologize.”
“There’s no need to apologize. You only spoke the truth.”
“Aunt May, let me sit with you a little while longer. I came today because I’ve been feeling some discomfort in my stomach and wanted to get it checked. Running into Mr. Cheney and his wife was purely by chance.”
“Oh, if your stomach isn’t feeling well, head up to the Gastroenterology department on the second floor. Dr. Watch is an expert—go find him and tell him you’re one of my younger relatives. He’ll take care of you.”
Lana Fern’s smile froze on her face, a trace of awkwardness visible in her eyes.
Leaving didn’t feel right, yet staying also didn’t seem appropriate.
Aunt May cradled her head, her vision blurry, with a silent ache gathering in her chest.
Some matters are truly beyond words, impossible to explain clearly.
Who would have thought—in the end, Sylvan Cheney would end up with the youngest daughter of the Ximenez Family?
Judging by Sylvan Cheney’s stance, he’s determined not to marry anyone other than Jasmine Yale.
She remembered years ago when Sylvan Cheney came to her for medicine—he personally came to pick it up.
This year, he’s even more attentive than before.
Jasmine Yale told her that Sylvan Cheney had always taken precautions, and in truth, she thought Sylvan Cheney didn’t want Jasmine Yale to suffer even the slightest harm.
A body that has undergone miscarriage is more vulnerable than most; any negligence can easily lead to another loss.
Aunt May’s lips curved upward faintly in a small smile.
Qiana, you wish for your son to be happy too, don’t you…
Sunlight poured through the glass window, its warm rays falling upon Aunt May’s face, revealing the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes.
Youth was gone, and the past should scatter with the wind.
In her mind, Qiana Childe’s figure appeared again—those years when they went to school together, skipped classes, and danced hand in hand…
Being young was so wonderful; back then, you did everything without hesitation.
Those days… were truly golden.
Under the fragmented sunlight, Aunt May’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression serene, as calm as an undisturbed lake—steady and unbroken.
Spring carried its mild warmth.
Time flowed gently.
…
Cheney Residence.
After the Rolls-Royce came to a stop in the garage, Sylvan Cheney took Jasmine Yale’s hand and led her outside.
“Are you feeling okay?” Sylvan Cheney asked.
“I’m fine, much better,” Jasmine Yale nestled against him, holding his fingers tightly as she tilted her face upward to look at him. “Just a little cold.”
“If you’re cold, I’ll take you to the balcony for a warm cup of tea, hmm?”
“The weather is so beautiful today, sunny with a gentle breeze—it doesn’t feel right to go to the balcony,” Jasmine Yale’s eyes shimmered brightly, like ripples of glistening water.
“Oh? Then where would suit the occasion?” Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes, gazing at her leisurely, silently waiting for her answer.
“Spring is in the air, flowers in bloom, radiant sunshine shining down—perfect for tying the knot.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jasmine Yale broke into laughter.
When she laughed, Sylvan Cheney curled his lips into a faint smile. He turned and held her waist firmly, dropping a deep and passionate kiss upon her.