Chapter 2429: Chapter 2429: On New Year’s Day, She Gave Birth
"Are you a family member of Ms. Jasmine Yale in delivery room 303? I’m from the hospital’s inpatient center."
"Hello, I am."
"Please come to the center’s billing office to renew the inpatient agreement and pay the related fees."
"Alright, I’ll be there right away. Can you tell me approximately how much it will cost?"
"Currently, the outstanding amount is 1050 US dollars. There’s a detailed bill here; you can take a look."
"I’ll head over at once." Hanging up the phone, Butler Santana quickly looked through her wallet. The card Jasmine Yale gave her had been maxed out long ago, but she didn’t tell her and used her own card instead.
On her own, she didn’t spend much money, and she was willing to spend it for Jasmine Yale and Little Clementine.
Fortunately, she had enough money.
Just as she was about to walk towards the elevator, suddenly, a black Maybach drove up, its headlights casting a cold light.
Butler Santana stepped aside, using her hand to shield against the light.
Under the light, she was shocked to find that this car!
It’s Sylvan Cheney’s car!
She stared blankly towards the driver’s seat, but the car’s design offered good privacy, and she couldn’t see inside.
The car stopped, and the driver’s door opened!
Sylvan Cheney, dressed in a black suit and trousers, stepped out. His polished handmade leather shoes hit the ground, exuding a noble and stern aura. A neatly tied deep blue striped tie hung around his neck, his face unchanged, as mature and reserved as ever.
His sharp gaze fell upon Butler Santana and did not move away.
Butler Santana also saw him, with surprise in her eyes!
Why was he here?
No, had he finally come?
How did he find this place?
She didn’t know what she was feeling in her chest, as if it was being pinched, very painful.
Butler Santana’s thoughts were a bit confused.
Sylvan Cheney walked towards her with large strides, his voice low: "Where is Jasmine?"
"Miss Yale..." Butler Santana suddenly didn’t know what to say, as if everything would be wrong, "You’re looking for her..."
"I’ve been calling her phone, and it’s been turned off. I traced her all the way here."
"She’s doing well."
"Oh, I thought she was unwell and was admitted to the hospital again." Sylvan Cheney’s eyes showed little tumult, "Where is she?"
"She..."
"Hmm?"
"She’s okay."
"Where is she, I want to see her."
"She’s fine, really fine."
Sylvan Cheney frowned: "Whether she’s okay or not, tell me where she is. Even if you don’t tell me, I can find out now!"
"Does it have to be this way?" Butler Santana looked at Sylvan Cheney, feeling an immense unfamiliarity with him for the first time, very unfamiliar.
He truly wasn’t Mr. Cheney anymore.
He was just a stranger, a man named Evan, not the Mr. Cheney she was familiar with, not at all.
Sylvan Cheney’s tone softened: "Is she not feeling well? Why is she in the hospital?"
Butler Santana looked at Sylvan Cheney, her lips moved, yet she couldn’t utter a word for a long time.
After a long pause, she slowly said: "On New Year’s Day, she had a little baby, very cute, a little girl."
Sylvan Cheney was stupefied, standing frozen in place.
In that moment, his mind went blank, not speaking, his face full of shock and astonishment.
Sylvan Cheney’s body went cold, his hands clenched into fists, for a long time, he didn’t say a word.
The wind brushed past, and his temples throbbed.
On New Year’s, she had a child.
She has already given birth.
"Wasn’t it not yet her due date?" After a long while, he finally calmed down and spoke.
