Chapter 703: Chapter 703: Ask Sylvan Cheney, is his conscience at peace?
Chris Fern put his hand into his coat pocket.
He too had a handgun in his coat pocket.
As their eyes t, the air filled with the intense sll of gunpowder, always on the brink of ignition.
Charles Mcintosh stopped in his tracks when he was ten ters away.
Chris Fern was stuck in the underground passage, having nowhere to run or hide.
The whole space felt oppressive and cramped, with a damp sll perating the atmosphere.
“Charles? What a surprise, you and Mr. Cheney are back, huh?” Chris Fern narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.
Underneath his mask, his facial expression seed ambiguous.
Charles laughed coldly, his face showing an indifferent expression.
“You didn’t expect both Mr. Cheney and I to return alive, did you?”
“It’s a blessing to have returned,” Chris Fern responded with a cool voice.
“Chris Fern, are you here to take everything that belongs to Mr. Cheney? Unfortunately for you, the key in your hand, it’s no use.” Charles scoffed.
His gaze fell on Chris Fern’s hand.
Chris Fern’s fingers subconsciously tightened, his face twitched.
As expected, he had fallen into Sylvan Cheney’s trap!
This key… It was a fake.
That is to say, everything was ticulously planned by Sylvan, waiting for him and Yolanda to fall into the trap.
It seed that Sylvan knew everything!
“Chris Fern, a doctor is supposed to save lives, not harm them. Does your conscience not trouble you?” Charles remarked calmly.
Standing across from Chris Fern, he remained expressionless, like a statue.
“Heh, what is conscience? If you want to discuss those two words, why don’t you ask Sylvan, whether his conscience troubles him?”
“Mr. Cheney has not done anything to harm you.” Charles said, “But you guys, given an inch, take a mile.”
“We’re never satisfied? To take back what rightfully belongs to us, is that wrong?”
“Chris Fern, after returning from Lonton, Mr. Cheney resigned himself to the wheelchair. He left the Cheney Residence. He intended to turn a blind eye and let you guys go. But you remained unrepentant, calculating at every step. You tampered with Mr. Cheney’s steering wheel when he was heading to T City, trying to kill him. In such a situation, you can’t bla Mr. Cheney for acting out.”
Charles said every word clearly, with firm conviction and great impact!
“Victors triumph, while losers pay. I have nothing to say to that.” Chris Fern shut his eyes.
Underneath his eyes, was a look of defeat.
If he falls into Sylvan’s hands today, there’s certainly no escape.
The worst-case scenario would be death.
However, having already decided to descend into hell, he doesn’t fear life or death.
“Chris Fern, it’s a waste that you’re a doctor,” Charles gave him a cold look. “A doctor should have a heart of kindness, but you, your heart is as venomous as a scorpion.”
“I am a doctor, but in this life, I only want to be Yolanda’s doctor. Her heart disease is my responsibility, whatever she wants, I’ll give her. As long as she’s happy, I’m the most successful doctor. Am I not wrong?” Chris Fern chuckled coldly.
Charles narrowed his eyes.
This man, his love for Yolanda has reached such a stage.
Obsession has turned him into a demon, beyond redemption.
“Chris Fern, what you hold is a surgical knife, not a murder weapon!”
“Doesn’t matter, does it?” Chris Fern seed indifferent. His tone didn’t carry much repentance. “All that matters is Yolanda’s happiness.”
“Have you never thought that this is harming her, leading her step by step into an abyss.”
“Whatever she likes, I’ll accompany her in doing, that’s it.”
Charles tightened his lips. This man was beyond redemption, the disease having reached the incurable stage.
Yolanda was his poison, though he was a doctor, he couldn’t cure himself.
A man deeply poisoned by love will never look back.
Even if he had to sink this low, he had no regrets or feelings of guilt.
“Charles, when did you start suspecting us?” Chris Fern suddenly laughed.
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