Chapter 785: Chapter 785: Will Qi Qi despise him?
Even when facing such a montous event, the man remained composed, not betraying the slightest sign of panic.
His steps were steady, his expression calm.
Chale Cheney’s eyes lit up when he saw Sylvan Cheney!
Dad! Dad is here!
Dad will definitely save him…
Although Elder Cheney had spoken of sending him away only a couple of days ago, they had lived together for three years. Elder Cheney must surely have feelings for him… right?
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He decided to put his trust in Elder Cheney.
The little guy stayed motionless, his gaze full of hope falling onto Sylvan Cheney.
Yolanda Fern was also staring at Sylvan Cheney.
She has admired this man since childhood, and in her teens, her affection for him reached its peak.
She has done many things for him: She wrote love letters, made paper flowers, cooked… she has basically done everything a girl could do.
At that ti, Sylvan Cheney was in Landon, while she was in Lonton.
To get him to visit her often, she even had her younger brother Chris Fern forge dical records showing that she had heart disease, and their house was filled with pills.
Chris Fern, then just a teenager, proved to be a genius in dicine, perfecting this deceit with no leaks.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t really know much about dical matters and didn’t dig too much into her illness.
In those years, as long as she fainted or fell into unconsciousness, she would give him a call, and he would fly from Landon to Lonton right away.
At that ti, she thought he cared about her, even… loved her.
She lied to herself for many years, only realizing much later that he only felt indebted to her and wanted to make ands.
He was rely fulfilling his mother, Qiana Childe’s, last wish.
At that ti, he was really good to her.
He cared for her, sought doctors and dicines for her.
When rumors spread that she was his fiancee, or even his wife, he didn’t explain much and left her to do as she pleased.
When Lana Fern called him her brother-in-law, he just knitted his brows without much objection.
He was so nice to her that he would indulge her, and with him around, Yolanda Fern could do as she pleased.
However, his kindness toward her was rely that, kindness, and not love.
She didn’t believe it initially, and she didn’t want to…
But in the end, she had to.
She was even inferior to Jasmine Yale.
This man, in front of her, never showed much emotion—always calm and composed, elegant and gentlemanly.
But in front of Jasmine Yale, he was different. He was more like a man—he would get angry, lose his temper, and even laugh.
Upon realizing that she ranked even below Jasmine Yale in his eyes, the corners of her mouth curved in mockery.
With a flicker of her hand, the dagger grazed Chale Cheney’s neck!
Instantly, a bead of blood trickled from the delicate skin of the little guy’s neck!
Chale Cheney winced in pain, breaking out in a cold sweat.
It hurt. It hurt so much…
Would it leave a scar? A scar would be unsightly, right? Then the girls in his class won’t like him anymore…
How could this happen?
No. He didn’t want it.
If this happened, even his photographs would turn out ugly. Would Jasy despise him?
Lilac Serval and Charles Mcintosh both saw the blood on Chale Cheney’s neck. Lilac Serval imdiately yelled, “Yolanda, stop!”
Yolanda shuddered, redirecting her gaze from the distance and arresting her drifting thoughts.
She brushed away the loose strands of hair falling on her face, glanced at Chale Cheney, then once again looked mockingly at Lilac Serval below her.
At that mont, Sylvan Cheney walked up to the foot of the ferris wheel and co to a halt.
He lifted his head, his cold eyes fixed on Yolanda Fern.
His gaze was as cold as ice in the depths of winter, causing the temperature in the vicinity to plunge a few degrees.
His eyes were on Yolanda Fern.
Yolanda lowered her head and saw him too.
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