Chapter 181: What's Wrong with Little Chale?

"I... I'm in the bathroom."

"Mr. Cheney is waiting for you in the car." Charles Mcintosh's voice was solemn and frosty, pressuring her heavily.

"I..." Jasmine Yale struggled to find an excuse.

Possible excuses, like diarrhea or menstruation?

However, before she could come up with a good one, Charles Mcintosh said, "Miss, the young master is sick."

"What?"

Jasmine couldn't sit still and almost dropped her phone.

Charles Mcintosh was an upright man; he wouldn't joke about such matters.

"I'll go down immediately, right now. Please ask Mr. Cheney to wait for me." Jasmine rushed to get out.

Regardless of her grievances with Sylvan Cheney, if Little Chale was sick, she couldn't stand by and watch.

She ran out without taking any paid leave.

Charles McIntosh was already waiting for her.

Sylvan Cheney initially didn't intend to let Jasmine know about this.

However, Chale Cheney fell ill and kept calling out for "Jasy".

He was crying out so much that he lost his voice.