Chapter 1581: Chapter 1581: Measures Are Taken Every Time…
“I suppose so. I can’t exactly shove him back in—he’s already been born, after all.” Aunt May sighed again. “Sylvan was so much better behaved as a child compared to my little rascal. Back then, I even envied Qiana.”
As she spoke, Aunt May fell silent.
Remembering old friends always brings a trace of sadness, but it wasn’t quite the time for such emotions.
Jasmine Yale drank the warm water in her cup without saying a word.
“Jasmine, wanting to have a child isn’t that hard to achieve. Take care of your body—don’t overindulge in cold stuff during summer, keep warm in winter, and pay attention to your diet. Adjusting yourself internally and externally is very beneficial for your recovery. Also, be mindful of your menstrual cycle. If the timing feels off, make sure to come to the hospital in time.”
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Alright, during your ovulation period, have you and Sylvan been intimate?”
Jasmine froze, her face instantly flushing red.
Aunt May was asking this from a doctor’s perspective, but Jasmine still felt a little embarrassed.
Her face turned as red as a cooked shrimp. She whispered, “Yes…”
“There’s nothing to feel embarrassed about. You need to tell me everything about your situation.”
“Mm…” Jasmine mumbled softly, “But… he… he doesn’t seem to want children. Every time, he… takes precautions.”
“Is that so? Well, you can’t force a man if he has those thoughts. Just take the opportunity to ease into it with him when you can. I’m guessing he’s been busy with work lately? Or maybe caught up with a lot of social events?” Aunt May frowned slightly.
“Maybe,” Jasmine replied. “But Aunt May, please don’t tell him I said any of this.”
“Of course not. What we talk about stays between us—what’s there to share with men?”
“For now, just focus on nurturing your health. You’re still young, and there’s no rush.”
“Alright,” Jasmine said, obediently.
Regardless of whether Sylvan wanted kids or not, taking care of her own body didn’t seem like a bad idea.
At the very least, she wouldn’t have to suffer such excruciating pain during her menstrual cycles.
“I’ve got a few books here that are great for health. Take them and have a look. They’ve got suggestions for ingredients and recipes too. If you’re free, get someone to make them for you,” Aunt May said, casually picking up a few thin booklets from the table and handing them to Jasmine.
Jasmine took them. “Thank you, Aunt May.”
“No need to thank me. I just want all my patients to be healthy. That’s why I became a doctor in the first place…”
Jasmine lowered her head to flip through the pages. They were interesting—quite fascinating, actually.
There were recommendations on what young women should eat, what was best for winter, and even handwritten notes from Aunt May.
“Qiana didn’t have a happy home. I don’t want Sylvan to repeat his mother’s mistakes. You and he need to be happy together,” Aunt May said. As she spoke, her voice grew somber, and a sad shimmer appeared in her eyes.
It was such a long time ago, but thinking about her good friend still left her heavy-hearted.
It felt as though a weight pressed down on her chest.
Back then, she hadn’t approved of Teagan Cheney, but alas, Qiana had adored him. She was utterly devoted—completely unwilling to marry anyone but Teagan.
Thinking about it now, it all felt like a dream.
So distant, so very distant…
She and Qiana had both come from privileged families, neither of them having endured much hardship.
Over the years, Aunt May’s life had gone smoothly, but poor Qiana had her life cut short. She passed away so young.
Before marrying Teagan Cheney, Qiana had been cherished like a Little Princess, adored and pampered.
Marrying Teagan Cheney had been the start of her nightmare.
Qiana had passed away nearly twenty years ago, yet it felt as if it were just yesterday.
Seeing Sylvan Cheney build his own life and career felt to Aunt May as though she were watching her own child. It brought her comfort.