Luckily, the nurse told her it was no longer dangerous, otherwise, she wouldn't know how to explain to Mr. Cheney.
Nevertheless, the little girl still had to endure ten hours of pain inside.
Thinking of this, Butler Santana's heart tightened, a feeling of unbearable pain spreading throughout her body, like being pricked by needles. She knew that Jasmine Yale in the delivery room was in a hundred, no, a thousand times more pain than she was.
Butler Santana took out her phone, trying to find Sylvan Cheney's contact information, but after searching through her phone, she couldn't find anything related to Sylvan Cheney.
Mr. Cheney was now highly successful, way above her reach.
However, she couldn't bear to see Jasmine Yale suffering alone.
After thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with a solution.
Butler Santana leaned against the wall and had to give up.
Forget it...
Perhaps Jasmine Yale didn't want her to contact Mr. Cheney either.
