Butler Santana gave an awkward smile, his expression somewhat stiff, not knowing how to refute him.
Clearly, it's a question even children understand, yet he asked...
Sylvan Cheney probably realized as well that he had asked an incredibly foolish question, he lowered his eyelids, his eyes showing a hint of dullness.
The parking lot was utterly silent, with no noise at all, occasionally a few cars would drive in, most of the time it was desolate and quiet.
"Mr. Cheney, I have some things to attend to, please feel free to do as you wish." Butler Santana didn't know what else to say.
With those words, she resolutely turned her head away.
Actually, Sylvan Cheney has managed well after losing his memory, his status and position make it evident, he is doing fine.
Butler Santana couldn't understand, since he agreed to take good care of Jasmine Yale, to be together well, why is he absent even when Jasmine needs him the most.
