Chapter 176: Miss Yale is Pregnant
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“I will take good care of Little Chale, Mr. Yale, give me a chance.”
Upon seeing these two words, a sarcastic smile lifted the corners of Sylvan Cheney’s lips.
He overturned the tea table, with a ‘bang’, tossed his cellphone onto the ground!
The teapot, tea cups, ashtray on the tea table… all shattered on the ground.
Under the light, Sylvan Cheney’s face was gloomy, like the sea in darkness. His eyes were full of surging dark waves, deep and endless.
He lit a cigarette and quickly went on the balcony.
Outside the French window, the night was calm, deep like water.
At one glance, there was an endless sea, with waves roaring, shimmering under the light.
The gray-white smoke curled around Sylvan Cheney’s face, enveloping him in a hazy mist.
The burning cigarette, flickering under the light.
His thoughts went back three years ago, to a phone call with Charles Mcintosh.
“Why was she in the operating room?”
“Miss Yale is pregnant, seven months.”
“Why is she aborting?”
“Where’s the doctor? What did the doctor say?” He yelled at Charles Mcintosh.
“The female doctor who performed the surgery said, Miss Yale doesn’t want this child.”
At that time, he was furious, and he smashed the red wine in his hand toward the window glass!
With a ‘clatter’, the wine glass broke, the red wine spilled like blood, all over the ground!
That conversation from three years ago, every word and sentence, was etched into his mind.
She doesn’t want this child…
He can disbelieve anyone else, but he needs an explanation from her.
However, that night, under the camphor tree, in the car, his conversation with her-
“Don’t want to have a baby with me?”
“What if I insist on not taking any measures?”
“I’ll take medicine afterward.”
“What if you accidentally get pregnant?”
From beginning to end, she never wanted his child!
Sylvan Cheney took a fierce puff of his cigarette, smoke swirling around.
There were more and more cigarette butts piled up on the ground, more and more.
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
The next morning, Chale Cheney was taken back to the Cheney Residence by Sylvan Cheney.
It was a Sunday, but Chale Cheney was not happy at all.
Elder Cheney is a Big Baddy!
A thorough Big Baddy!
He couldn’t coax Jasy himself, and now isn’t allowing Chale to see Jasy.
Does he know how much his heart aches?
On the way, Chale Cheney completely ignored Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t say anything either, looking utterly exhausted.
He was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, one hand clenched in a fist against his head, his lips tightly pressed.
Chale Cheney was energetic, restless and wanting to talk.
“Uncle Mcintosh, Uncle Mcintosh!”
He called the person in the driver’s seat.
Charles Mcintosh responded: “Little Master.”
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his eyebrows; this kid was never at peace.
“Uncle Mcintosh, let’s go for breakfast, I want teddy bear cookies.”
“Teddy bear cookies? What’s that?”
Charles Mcintosh isn’t married, so he doesn’t understand much about children’s stuff.
“It’s the cookies with teddy bears printed on them.”
“Where are those available?”
Charles Mcintosh didn’t respond.
It was something beyond his authority.
The car suddenly turned quiet again, Charles Mcintosh waiting for his boss to speak.
With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes and ignored it.
“Uncle Mcintosh, is it okay?”
Chale Cheney leaned over from behind, his adorable eyes blinking at Charles Mcintosh’s back.
Charles Mcintosh had a hard time refusing.
“Uncle Mcintosh!” Chale Cheney called out crisply again.
That call melted Charles Mcintosh’s heart..