She glared at the doorway, then turned her head and bent down to touch Little Clementine's cheek.
Little Clementine was crying heavily.
She unbuttoned her coat, picked up the little one, and fed her.
The little one was indeed hungry and drank with satisfaction.
Jasmine Yale looked at her daughter's little face, gently touching it with her hand, feeling very at ease at this moment.
Little Clementine was fine, not abducted.
After the little one was full, she buried her little head into Jasmine Yale's chest, her big eyes sparkling, and she stopped crying, just staring at Jasmine Yale.
"Baby is the best, Mommy will take you home, it won't happen again. Come, let's go into the stroller, okay?"
Little Clementine refused, her big eyes shifted away, staring at the big bed in the suite.
Jasmine Yale dressed herself and then noticed several toys on the bed, possibly bought by Sylvan Cheney to appease Little Clementine.
