Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 915 - Is He Sylvan Cheneys Biological Son

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Is He Sylvan Cheney’s Biological Son?

Chapter 915 -915: Is He Sylvan Cheney’s Biological Son?

Joe Heath still had to ask for the full story.

This sudden request to find someone was not Jasmine Yale’s usual style.

Especially since it was someone she disliked.

“It’s just some stuff about my mom, nothing big,” Jasmine Yale lied. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone else, okay? Just let me know if there’s any news, all right?”

“Alright, I’ll look for her. I’ll tell you as soon as there is news, don’t worry. But in the future, don’t just leave without saying anything. You should at least let me know. We might not be dating, but we’re still friends, right?”

“Thank you.”

Jasmine Yale didn’t know what else to say.

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She really had no romantic feelings for Joe Heath, especially since he and Sylvan Cheney were cut from the same cloth.

Though Joe Heath had a better disposition, it didn’t change the fact that he too was a favored child of fortune.

To hold a certain position in Landon, he was definitely no ordinary person.

She knew these truths well and had little desire to enter the upper echelons of society.

“What’s there to thank,” Joe Heath said casually. “Hey, I heard that the little tyke was sent back to Lonton by his dad. You must miss him, huh?”

Jasmine Yale didn’t expect Joe Heath to bring up Little Chale.

She had been suppressing her emotions. Now, he was stirring them up again.

It really was…

A detached gloss appeared in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, spreading slowly like ink diffusing in water.

Jasmine Yale stopped talking.

Joe Heath sighed, “Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. The little tyke has been away for two months now; I guess you’ve moved on. If you haven’t, I could take you to an orphanage. There are many kids there, some even cuter than the little tyke.”

“You, always falling for the wrong person. Are you not hurt enough by loving my big brother’s son?”

“Don’t mention him,” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.

“Hmm, I won’t,” Joe Heath complied obediently. “I did want to tell you something about the little tyke. It seems like you’re not interested anymore. Well, forget about that little darling then.”

“What?” Jasmine Yale furrowed her brow, unable to help but speak out.

“It’s nothing. Do you know why my big brother sent the little tyke to Lonton? He sent him there for training. Tsk tsk, a child just over three years old undergoing inhuman training at a training camp. Poor kid.”

“I’ve been to that dreadful place. When I was a kid, my dad wanted to send me there for training too. I didn’t last two days before I climbed over the wall to call my mom. She was so heartbroken, she scolded my dad terribly and brought me back,” Joe Heath clicked his tongue.

Thinking back to those few days at the training camp, it was indeed a non-human life!

It left him scarred for life.

“What did you say? What training camp? What do you mean?” Jasmine Yale didn’t know.

She thought Sylvan Cheney sent Little Chale away just because Landon was not safe.

She had never expected…

Sent for training?

How could it be? Little Chale was just over three years old, still babbling away, how could he be sent for training?

Jasmine Yale’s heart throbbed chaotically, all she could see now was the image of the little fellow.

The emotions suppressed for over two months were being provoked.

Her face bore an expression of disbelief, and her eyes brewed with a complex sheen!

All that circled in her mind were two words: Training, training…

She herself had gone through military training; even a few days had left her complaining endlessly.

And Little Chale was just a child over three years old…

How could such a delicate little child be sent away for training? Was he really Sylvan Cheney’s own son?