Adults don't get to choose what they like or dislike.
He had been through all sorts of situations in the business world for so many years, encountering all kinds of people. Didn't he understand this principle yet?
And speaking of which, Miss Harry was good in all aspects, so what more could he pick on?
"Jasmine..." Joe Heath suddenly didn't know what to say.
Like Sylvan Cheney, he had been used to seeing the vicissitudes of life; either they never liked anyone, or when they did, they would wholeheartedly protect them.
This was even more true for Sylvan Cheney.
He steadied Jasmine Yale's shoulders, his gaze resolute and steady.
"Jasmine, while you're still in Landon, choose for yourself. The third trial is just two months away. I haven't lied to you nor have I exaggerated the dangers. If you have time to visit the Cheney Residence, you will find that my older brother has dismissed all the servants there. If he hadn't made his choice, why would he have dismissed the servants?"
