"Elder Axel, take her to the hospital," Sylvan Cheney said impatiently as he saw her in this state.
As he spoke, he planned to walk around Jasmine Yale towards the elevator.
Suddenly, Jasmine Yale reached out and grabbed his clothes with her small hand.
Sylvan Cheney was taken aback for a moment, then anger flickered in his eyes, likely because he hadn't expected her to be so bold.
His clothes wrinkled as she tugged, and Sylvan Cheney grew more irritated: "What do you want exactly? Hmm?"
Jasmine Yale raised her watery eyes to look at him, her lips slightly pursed.
For a long moment, she just stared at him without speaking.
"Accompany me to the hospital, just this once."
"Jasmine Yale, did you leave your brain at home?" Sylvan Cheney refrained from pulling her due to her pregnancy.
"I did bring it." Jasmine Yale pouted unhappily, "Actually, CEO Cheney, with all the time you've spent talking to me, you could have gone to the hospital with me."
