"I saw an invitation, it's Miss Yale's engagement invitation..." Butler Santana stammered.
"Engagement?" Charles Mcintosh furrowed his brows, "With whom? When?"
"If I remember correctly, it's the eighth of next month, with... Yukon Carbon."
Charles Mcintosh's complexion darkened.
Engagement?
No wonder Mr. Cheney looked so upset.
"Mr. Mcintosh, is it true?" Butler Santana couldn't help but ask, "Miss Yale is getting engaged? What about Mr. Cheney?"
"I'm not quite sure," Charles Mcintosh was uncertain.
He hadn't concerned himself with Jasmine Yale's affairs, as Sylvan Cheney hadn't allowed him to interfere.
Lately, he had been swamped with work concerning Landon.
But this did explain a lot.
Only that woman could stir Mr. Cheney's emotions so deeply.
When Charles Mcintosh entered the study, he also saw blood. If Mr. Cheney kept going like this, it wasn't just a decade in prison he had to worry about—he wouldn't even make it to prison, he'd have to go to the hospital!
