She had never been to London, so how could they have heard her name?
A puzzled light flickered in Jasmine Yale's eyes, slowly condensing inside her gaze.
Uncle Fand, seemingly noticing her confusion, spoke while walking, "It's nothing, just that Mr. Cheney sometimes gets drunk and calls out your name. So, I was a bit surprised and familiar with your name when I heard it today."
So that was it.
"Does he often get drunk?"
"No, he only drinks a bit more on rainy days or when he's in a bad mood."
He too, has his bad days.
Jasmine smiled.
"Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney was very good to the young master. A man is naturally busy, but he personally took care of his son, worrying about everything. It's not easy to raise a child, especially for a man."
Jasmine had experienced Sylvan Cheney's affection for Chale Cheney.
They reached a wall and Uncle Fand stopped, turning around.
"This road is blocked, let's go this way."
