Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: The Truth Is Always Cruel Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: The Truth Is Always Cruel “Meeting today, quite a coincidence,” Cora Jorney smiled, “I come to Chicago several times each year, but I didn’t expect to run into you twice.”

Jasmine Yale’s face was slightly pale.

Her father was still alive–the words of Cora Jorney echoed in her ears.

Ever since she was little, she had always longed for a happy and stable home.

But after her mother’s death, her wish shattered; she became an orphan.

Fifteen years later, she learned that her biological father was alive, and she even had a younger brother. Her first reaction was shock.

Driven by that shock, she traveled alone to Willow Wave City.

But the truth is always cruel.

Everything was like bubbles, iridescent in the sunlight, beautiful and enticing.

But as she got closer, the bubbles burst.

She hadn’t even had the chance to touch them.

“Miss Yale, your boyfriend seems really nice, looks like he’s very attentive to you,” Cora Jorney glanced again at Yukon Carbon who was not far away.

Yukon Carbon turned his head and also saw Cora Jorney and Jasmine Yale.

From a distance, he saw Jasmine Yale’s face pale, not looking too good, and he took out his phone to dial Jasmine Yale’s number.

Jasmine Yale looked down and rummaged through her bag for her phone: “Mr. Carbon.”

“Come here.”

“Right away.”

Jasmine Yale hung up the call, glanced at Cora Jorney, and said flatly, “Professor Jorney, goodbye.”

“Take care,” Cora Jorney’s tone was also very muted.

Jasmine Yale left the aisle and headed towards the checkout area, where Yukon Carbon was waiting for her.

She thought, if not for Sylvan Cheney, she and Cora Jorney would never cross paths.

However, some things are inexplicable, and fate is always so wondrous.

Seeing her pale face, Yukon Carbon couldn’t help frowning, “What did she say to you? You don’t look so good.”

“It’s nothing,” Jasmine Yale shook her head.

“You can talk to me about anything. You are alone in Chicago, and if you keep everything bottled up, it will make you sick,” Yukon Carbon said, looking down at her, concerned.

“Really, it’s nothing. I’m not that close to her anyway.”

“Okay, then, we’ll head back soon,” Yukon Carbon always respected Jasmine Yale’s wishes and didn’t press her if she didn’t want to talk.

But he could see that Jasmine Yale’s emotions were fluctuating.

After paying for their items, Jasmine Yale still left the supermarket shoulder to shoulder with Yukon Carbon, heading toward the parking lot.

The sun shone on the car windows, warm and sleepy. Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat, her heart heaving tumultuously.

From the few words Cora Jorney had spoken, she knew her biological father was still alive, and he was in Sylvan Cheney’s hands.

Was it really so?

She lacked the ability to investigate, but she wanted to know the truth.

If her father was alive and was willing to acknowledge her, she would definitely want to be with him.

But the Ximenez Family and the Cheney Family harbored unshared enmities…
Her father, in the hands of Sylvan Cheney, could only lead a life worse than death.

Jasmine Yale’s eyes held a hazy look, covered in a white fog, making it hard to discern her direction.

Their brightness also clouded with a thin layer of moisture.

Jasmine Yale rested her head, her temples throbbing faintly, her heart pounding fiercely, her emotions spilling like overturned ink.

Yukon Carbon was usually composed, but he could see the emotional turbulence in Jasmine Yale.

She had been cheerful that morning but now was silent.

“Jasmine, in Chicago, if you need my help, you can always ask me,” he said.

Jasmine Yale turned to look at him: “Thank you, Mr. Carbon, I’m fine.”