Chapter 1680: Chapter 1680: All the sins he committed have been repaid
Butler Santana was in Lonton with Sylvan Cheney, and she only knew a bit about the Cheney Family’s past, but given this scene, she couldn’t help but sigh.
No matter who you are, facing dozens of tombstones, the mood is heavily oppressive.
Mr. Cheney is human, not a god, and Butler Santana could feel his oppression.
Even though this man hides his emotions well, showing neither joy nor anger, on such days, he cannot conceal the lancholy that spills from his eyes.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at his watch and gestured to Butler Santana: “You go ho first.”
Butler Santana understood Sylvan Cheney’s aning; Miss Yale hadn’t had dinner yet, and Mr. Cheney wanted her to go back and prepare dinner for Miss Yale.
However, Tor didn’t know; she was unaware that Jasmine Yale had returned to Landon.
Tor whispered, “Mr. Cheney, let Butler Santana stay, now she’s considered a mber of the Cheney Residence.”
“No need.” Sylvan Cheney shot a glance at Butler Santana.
Tor couldn’t persuade further.
Butler Santana nodded and drove back to the Cheney Residence.
“Mr. Cheney, are you really not staying tonight to keep vigil?” Tor asked.
In the past, except when tangled in official duties, Sylvan Cheney would mostly spend the night at the gravesite.
It was the first ti he had the chance but didn’t stay.
“Tor, I’ll stay.” Charles Mcintosh spoke up, “Mr. Cheney has so matters.”
“Sure, sure.” Tor didn’t ask further.
She knew Sylvan Cheney always sticks to his word; whatever decision he makes surely has his reasons.
Tor didn’t dare to ask more.
Outside the house, the rain was incessant, and it tended to intensify, continuously falling, with layers of mist in the air.
“You all leave now.” Sylvan Cheney said to Tor and the servants.
“Alright.”
Soon, there was only Sylvan Cheney and Charles Mcintosh left in the room.
Both found it hard to eat the al and drank quite a bit of wine, gloom spreading across their faces.
Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette.
“Mr. Cheney, do you still hate the Xinez family?” Charles Mcintosh asked.
“I hated them for many years, but I think one cannot spend their whole life hating. At my age, I shouldn’t carry on with such resentnt. Otherwise, when old, looking back at life, what have you got? Just hate?”
Charles Mcintosh nodded: “Yes, so I’ve long let it go, especially since Patronus Xinez is dead, he’s repaid for his sins.”
Charles Mcintosh had let go a long ti ago.
He wanted to persuade Sylvan Cheney to release as well.
But he thought, probably no need to persuade, Sylvan Cheney, being a rational person, cannot be swayed by emotions for too long.
As Sylvan Cheney said, if one’s life is filled with resentnt upon looking back, what’s the aning, despite all the wealth and prosperity?
“Mr. Cheney, whatever decision you make, I’ll stand by you. But after stabilizing the company in Cakago, I might go to Lonton.” Charles Mcintosh said.
“You should go.” Sylvan Cheney completely understood Charles Mcintosh’s aning, “So people won’t wait in place, wait too long, and they’re gone.”
Charles Mcintosh knew this truth well; he indeed had made Lilac Serval wait too long.
These years, she hadn’t lived happily.
Leaving Lonton decisively back then, how heartless he was.
In the days ahead, if possible, he would trade with deep affection.
If she doesn’t leave, that’s good.
“Mr. Cheney, I really miss the days when we trained as kids, back then there weren’t so many complications.” Charles Mcintosh said.
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