Chris Fern is usually busy with work and is the youngest specialist in the hospital’s cardiac department. He rarely takes the initiative to call her.

On the other hand, Luka Xadrian would call her and tell her some recent updates.

Knowing that they are all doing well puts her at ease.

Jasmine Yale lowered her head and fiddled with the kite in her hands.

Today’s weather was exceptionally good, filled with endless warmth in the breeze, making people feel comfortable.

A faint fragrance of dry grass lingered at the tip of her nose, a scent that was elusive yet present.

Jasmine took a sniff and didn’t think about anything else, just silently playing with the kite in her hands.

In the future, she could also fly kites with the baby.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a shadow loomed in front of her, and a deep, mellow voice dispersed, tinged with coldness.

Jasmine’s shoulder trembled, clutching the kite, she looked up.

Sylvan Cheney wore a long black coat, his gaunt face looking somewhat haggard, but not noticeably so. He remained radiant, young, and handsome, with a deeply chiseled chin tightened with tension.

She met his deep-set eyes directly.

How... did he find this place?

Jasmine instinctively guarded her stomach, her long eyelashes fluttering, her stubborn lips slightly pursed.

"Why don’t you go take care of your fling?" Sylvan said coldly, "Aren’t you very concerned about him? Every time I’m on a business trip, you engage with him."

Jasmine felt a piercing pain in her heart.

Her body felt cold.

Even though the sun was shining on her, at this moment she couldn’t feel the slightest warmth.

"Sylvan Cheney." She looked at him with a blank gaze, the light in her eyes dimming, "He left Chicago, and I’ve lost my best friend in Chicago - lost him forever. Are you happy now? But how can I be happy?"

"Friend? Do you take me for a three-year-old child? Trying to fool me with this word? Jasmine Yale, you’ve deceived me more than once or twice!"

"I’m not forcing you to believe me. You’re an adult; you have your own judgment. It’s not like you’ll believe whatever I say. So this time, continue to trust your instincts and judgments because... I can’t be bothered to explain anymore." Jasmine’s voice was bland, "Also, I’m really very tired."

"Aren’t you leaving Chicago as well? You’re not following that Yukon guy, are you? I should have hit him harder, make him disabled, so you won’t keep thinking about him!"

"Sylvan Cheney! You’re too much!" Jasmine was furious, her eyes turned red.

Both had coldness in their eyes, and as their eyes met, sparks flew.

"I’m too much? Jasmine Yale, one moment we’re alone together, the next, you’re entangled with Yukon Carbon. Is it me who’s excessive or you?"

Jasmine shook her head: "Being pregnant is really exhausting, emotions can easily spiral out of control, so... Can you leave, please? Any words, any issues, let’s discuss them carefully after I give birth."

"It’s just pregnancy, are you that melodramatic?"

Jasmine looked at him incredulously, her eyes widening.

Those words were spoken by him.

She smiled faintly: "Yes, I’m melodramatic. It’s just pregnancy, what’s so melodramatic about it? So many women go through pregnancy, don’t they manage? It’s just a pregnancy..."

Her voice grew softer, carrying a hint of a sob.

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, her eyes still on the kite in her hands.

Her fingers gently caressed the butterfly on it, her gaze somewhat blurred.