He used to be a little flesh doll, a tiny bundle that hadn't yet grown.
Now he's all grown up.
It's really quite surprising.
"When I came to the estate, the young master had just been born not long before, and he was quite frail with a weak immune system. Mr. Cheney had hired quite a few servants then, but he still took care of him personally," Uncle Fand said, growing more emotional as he spoke of the past.
Jasmine Yale seemed to be reminded of something, a meaningful light flickering in her eyes.
Luminous as starlight, flickering on and off, leaving no trace to be captured.
Her face remained calm, but her eyes held tumultuous waves.
Jasmine Yale moved her lips—
"Uncle Fand, was the young master's constitution poor when he was just born?"
