Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1270: Premature Birth, Ominous for the Mother

Chapter 1270: Chapter 1270: Premature Birth, Ominous for the Mother

He used to be a little flesh doll, a tiny bundle that hadn’t yet grown.

Now he’s all grown up.

It’s really quite surprising.

"When I came to the estate, the young master had just been born not long before, and he was quite frail with a weak immune system. Mr. Cheney had hired quite a few servants then, but he still took care of him personally," Uncle Fand said, growing more emotional as he spoke of the past.

Jasmine Yale seemed to be reminded of something, a meaningful light flickering in her eyes.

Luminous as starlight, flickering on and off, leaving no trace to be captured.

Her face remained calm, but her eyes held tumultuous waves.

Jasmine Yale moved her lips—

"Uncle Fand, was the young master’s constitution poor when he was just born?"

"Yes, I heard he was premature, so his body was a bit weaker than that of a full-term child," said Uncle Fand, "but under Mr. Cheney’s meticulous care, the young master turned out no different from any ordinary child, very adorable and in good health. He hardly fell ill in those three years, always lively, jumping around, and smart. We all liked him very much."

Uncle Fand started to laugh as he spoke, as if talking about a child of his own.

"Premature? How many months premature?"

"I’m not too sure about children, but I remember the babysitter at the time saying it might have been two or three months! The young master was so tiny then, just a chubby little bundle. But he could smile and be mischievous, so very adorable."

Jasmine Yale felt her heart skip a beat, her fingers clutching at her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

There was an imperceptible glow in her eyes, a light that brightened and dimmed, and the depths of her eyes held a hazy chill.

There was a lump in her throat as if blocked by a stone, pressing down so she could hardly breathe.

Jasmine Yale’s breathing quickened, and there was a feeling spreading through her body that she couldn’t quite describe, her blood flowing in reverse, a pain ready to burst forth.

Her feet, as though rooted to the spot, couldn’t move a step.

She was so choked up, she couldn’t even utter a word.

This unusual and complex feeling, like threads entangled, incomprehensible.

A throbbing like a drumbeat in her chest, striking and vibrating ceaselessly!

"Miss Yale, Miss Yale!" Uncle Fand called her several times, worried, "Miss Yale, is it too cold outside for you? You don’t look quite right."

After being called several times, Jasmine Yale came back to her senses and looked toward Uncle Fand blankly, "Ah?"

"Miss Yale, is it too cold outside for you? Should we go back?"

"No, it’s not cold. It’s just hearing you talk about Little Chale, it made me sentimental. The little guy was a premature baby, huh?"

"Yes, but now with medical advances, being premature isn’t much of a problem. Look at the young master now, he’s bouncing around, isn’t he?"

"Was the young master born in Lonton?"

"I’m not quite certain about that; by the time I came to the estate, the young master was already here."

"You’ve been here for five years?"

"That’s right, Mr. Cheney let go of most of the servants three years after he left Lonton, but I was fortunate enough to stay."

"Let’s go back, I’m thinking about Little Chale," said Jasmine Yale as she brushed back the hair by her ear.

Chale Cheney, premature birth, inauspicious mother, five years old...

These words kept rising and falling in Jasmine Yale’s mind, disrupting all her thoughts.

A nameless flavor spread within Jasmine Yale’s body, drop by drop, tapping at her heart.

The sunlight shone on her face, extraordinarily glaring.

So painful that she couldn’t even open her eyes.

Unconsciously, her steps took her back to the living room.

"Jasy, Jasy! You’re back!" Chale Cheney immediately ran over, pushing the potato chips into her hand, "These are yummy."

Jasmine Yale looked down, gazing at the little face—

Big eyes, double eyelids, long lashes, high nose bridge.

Similar, so similar to Sylvan Cheney.