No one knew how long had passed; perhaps it wasn't long, but for Butler Santana, it felt like a long century.
She sat on the chair in a daze, her eyes vacant.
She constantly felt guilty towards Mr. Cheney for not taking good care of Jasmine Yale and her child.
Jasmine Yale had always been somewhat frail; she managed to nurture this child to health with great effort. Every time during checkups, the doctor said the baby was doing well, yet... such an incident happened.
How could she face Mr. Cheney...
"Family of the pregnant woman, Jasmine Yale, family of Jasmine Yale." The doctor was calling from outside the door.
Butler Santana quickly ran out: "I, I am."
"What is your relation to Ms. Yale?"
"Aunt."
