I always felt that I owed Charles McIntosh.
For a moment, Jasmine Yale did not speak, remaining silent.
It was Charles McIntosh who, still patient, said, "Miss Yale, if there's nothing else, may I hang up now?"
"Mr. McIntosh," Jasmine Yale stopped him, as if making a great decision, she lowered her voice, "I'm sorry."
Life is too heavy; what worth does her apology have?
Moreover, that person was Charles McIntosh's biological father.
Nevertheless, she still needed to apologize.
If not now, perhaps she would never get another chance.
Charles McIntosh was startled for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face but quickly returning to normal.
Charles McIntosh was a smart man; how could he not understand what Jasmine Yale meant?
Moreover, it was he who had personally uncovered Jasmine's background; aside from Mr. Cheney, he knew it best.
However, he had never expected Jasmine Yale to apologize to him.
