Chapter 1596: Chapter 1596: It’s About Twins
Sylvan Cheney said Jasmine Yale was an orphan, and she truly believed she was one.
Through twists and turns, so painful and blood-soaked mories were gradually unearthed, bit by bit displayed before her eyes once more.
When the massacre occurred, she wasn’t at the scene. Though she didn’t witness the horrific aftermath, she knew that the Cheney Family had lost over a dozen lives in that tragedy.
Patronus Xinez hired murderers, descending into the realm of madness—even the five-year-old girl, Yolanda Fern, wasn’t spared.
If Sylvan Cheney hadn’t been away from Landon, he might have been killed as well.
It was after that event that Qiana Childe developed severe depression, teetering on the edge of suicide at all tis.
During that period, as Qiana’s best friend, she often stayed by her side, witnessing Qiana’s episodes of tornt—a tornt so devastating it felt worse than death.
Sylvan Cheney was also a witness.
Sylvan had seen his mother’s grief, her heart utterly shattered.
And now…
Why did it turn out this way?
Given Sylvan’s status and sharp intuition, it was impossible for him not to know that Jasmine Yale was the daughter of Hadley Xinez and Yana Yale, and it was impossible for him not to know that she was the granddaughter of Patronus Xinez.
“A debt of sin…” Aunt May’s voice was heavy with sorrow, and her head ached with the weight of it.
The scent of blood seed to hang in the air—those mories, unbearable to recall.
The last ti she had said that if Qiana knew Sylvan had found soone he loved, she would surely be happy, even in the afterlife.
Would she be happy? Aunt May shook her head.
She thought of Qiana Childe again, who had once been her best friend.
Qiana had attempted suicide many tis; her arms bore nurous scars, a haunting sight.
In the end, she never managed to recover. Under the weight of endless suffering, she drowned herself in a river and never returned…
Aunt May’s heart hurt so much, it felt as though it might stop beating.
She had thought these matters would never resurface—that they were old, dusty stories sealed away long ago.
But unexpectedly… Aunt May let out another deep sigh.
More than twenty years had passed. Now Sylvan Cheney even had a son, but the events of over twenty years ago still pricked at the hearts of the survivors like thorns.
“Aunt May, I’m sorry, I didn’t an it. I know bringing up those matters makes you unhappy. I really didn’t an to—my mouth just slipped.” Lana Fern apologized repeatedly. “When I saw Mr. Cheney’s wife, I couldn’t help but think of it. I even thought you already knew!”
Lana cautiously asked, “This matter… has Mr. Cheney really never ntioned it to you?”
Aunt May replied coldly, “Sylvan is not my son; he’s not obliged to tell everything.”
“Yes, yes.” Lana’s face fell after being snapped at by Aunt May, but her hands remained busy, still massaging Aunt May’s shoulders.
Aunt May rubbed her forehead forcefully, unable to believe this could be real.
How could this have happened?
How could Sylvan Cheney marry the Xinez girl…
As Aunt May recalled Jasmine Yale’s features, she increasingly felt Jasmine resembled Yana Yale—practically carved from the sa mold.
After the massacre, the Cheney Family had been relentlessly hunting down the Xinez Family. Patronus Xinez was dead, but there had been no further news about Hadley Xinez and Yana Yale.
If Aunt May rembered correctly, Yana Yale had given birth to twins back then.
After getting married and having children, she had gradually buried those events deep inside her heart, never speaking of them again.
She had assud she would never revisit such darkness in her lifeti. Yet, without warning, the past had resurfaced once more.
(Recomnded completed novels by Luoyi: “Boss Is Too Arrogant: Husband, Let’s Get Married” and “99 Days of Trial Love: The Chief’s Fiancée.” Author pen na: “Luoyi to Snow.” Luoyi’s works, quality guaranteed~)
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