Chapter 2458: Chapter 2458: Stop Crying...
Jasmine Yale and Butler Santana left the hotel.
This time, Butler Santana kept a close watch on Little Clementine the whole time.
When they went to the street, Jasmine Yale specifically bought Little Clementine a Little Canary.
However, she couldn’t find one exactly like Sylvan Cheney’s, so she bought one about the same size.
Who would have thought Little Clementine didn’t want it at all, didn’t even look at it, and kept on crying.
Jasmine Yale was angry: "Don’t you like it? You were staring at the Little Canary all the time, now I bought it for you, and you don’t want it. Fine, if you don’t want it, forget it."
Jasmine Yale didn’t try to comfort her anymore. That really was a particularly difficult little person, throwing tantrums all day long.
Jasmine Yale took Little Clementine home, thinking she’d stop crying after a few sobs, but she cried the whole way there, and continued crying once they were home.
Moreover, the crying just escalated.
Jasmine Yale didn’t understand why she loved crying so much.
She was exhausted and hot, took off her coat, and carried Little Clementine to the crib.
The little one wouldn’t have it, kicking Jasmine Yale, even tipping over the stroller, her cries very loud.
"What do you want to do..." Jasmine Yale was really upset. At this moment, she was truly upset. She had never thought a baby could be so difficult to care for. During this time, she was on the edge of depression, "Please be good, don’t cry anymore, mommy really feels terrible, please don’t cry..."
Jasmine Yale poured her heart out to Little Clementine, and she couldn’t bear to see her cry.
But at this moment, she herself felt terrible.
Her chest felt like it had a heavy stone pressing on it, making it hard for her to breathe.
She held Little Clementine, looking at her daughter’s tender little face, her eyes dim and lifeless.
The feeling of exhaustion completely overwhelmed her, this exhaustion spread through her whole body, even breathing became tiring.
She sat there in a daze, holding Little Clementine, no longer comforting her, letting her cry.
Who knows when a tear fell, landing on Little Clementine’s hand.
She immediately wiped her eyes, then wiped Little Clementine’s hand.
She wondered why she was crying.
How could she cry?
Little Clementine probably got tired of crying, her cries gradually quieted, her eyelids drooped, starting to doze off.
Only then did Jasmine Yale gently place her in the crib, tucking her in.
The little one finally fell asleep.
She was very well-behaved when she slept, her pure little face innocent, naturally pure, almost coaxing Jasmine Yale into thinking she was a good baby.
Jasmine Yale placed the Little Canary by her side.
The little one didn’t move, sleeping soundly.
Jasmine Yale was so exhausted, she supported herself on the bed to stand up.
Walking so much at night looking for Little Clementine, she was mentally and physically worn out.
She truly didn’t understand why Sylvan Cheney had to be so mean, sneakily taking Little Clementine away. She didn’t want to forgive him at all, and she wouldn’t forgive him again.
He really didn’t understand a mother’s feelings. Didn’t he know that taking Little Clementine away would drive her crazy?
Of course, he had never considered her thoughts. What she thought, what she wanted, was always unimportant to him.
He did whatever he wanted, without considering her feelings.
Whether it was before he lost his memory or after, he was always like this, unilateral, authoritarian, domineering, never learning to respect her or consider her.
And she had to follow his pace, had to guess his thoughts.
She was so tired.
Perhaps she and he were not the same type of people, and they couldn’t find the most compatible way to get along.
Jasmine Yale stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
She wanted to take a bath and also sleep for a while.
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