Chapter 182 He Called Her Mom!

Jasmine Yale was held tightly in Sylvan Cheney's arms, unable to move.

She looked up, her gaze meeting Sylvan Cheney's eyes.

However, neither of them showed any sign of backing down!

Their eyes locked in a tense confrontation, like a drawn sword against a taut crossbow.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, ready to ignite at a single spark.

Jasmine Yale saw that Sylvan Cheney's eyes were full of bloodshot lines, and his face looked haggard.

He slowly let go of her hand after a long while, refusing to engage in any argument.

Jasmine Yale already had everything she planned to say ready—

But his silence threw her off guard.

After all, he never used to argue with her about anything.

Even in the past, he would largely accommodate her.

Whatever she said, he would rarely disagree with it.

The car was quiet for a long time before Jasmine Yale finally spoke in a soft voice: "Has Little Chale had his injection? Has he taken his medicine?"