Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Come, Uncle Will Tell You the Truth
“Uncle, I’m sorry.” Chale Cheney quickly apologized.
The corridor was slightly dim, with the man’s head lowered, gaze falling on the little one.
His hands were in the pockets of his coat. His face wore a gloomy expression, with a faint trace of sarcasm tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing Uncle not talking to him, Chale Cheney looked up.
In Lonton, he had seen his uncle a few times. He didn’t remember much, but he recognized him.
What a coincidence, Uncle Fern also came to Landon?
“Uncle Fern?” he called out.
“Hmm.” Uncle Fern responded, “Having a meal?”
“Yeah, having a meal.”
“Who with?” Uncle Fern asked nonchalantly.
His handsome face carried a layer of indifference, with an indescribable glint in his eyes.
With the dim light in the corridor, his face was cast in shadows.
“With the one I like,” Chale Cheney replied.
Uncle Fern didn’t bother to ask further, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket and pulled a cigarette out.
“Uncle, happy new year,” Chale Cheney greeted politely.
In the past, he was a little afraid of Uncle Fern; he never saw him smile.
Now, the dim light in the hallway made the gloom on Fern’s face even more intense.
“Happy New Year,” came the lazy response from Uncle Fern, his gaze falling on the little boy’s face, “Seems like you’re quite happy, even with your father gone.”
The smile on Chale Cheney’s face faltered.
A flicker of confusion and bewilderment flashed through Jinni’s lustrous eyes.
“Dad is just on a business trip, he messaged me,” the little one pouted his lips.
He didn’t like the tone Uncle Fern was using.
“Messaged?” Uncle Fern scoffed, “Seems like no one told you the truth.”
His tone carried a sense of eerie, otherworldly negativity.
Confusion painted Chale Cheney’s face and suddenly, he wanted to leave.
Why did Uncle Fern say that, and Aunt Yolanda too!
Surely Jasy didn’t say such things!
He trusted Jasy, he would trust her forever.
Uncle Fern wouldn’t let it go. He toyed with his cigarette, his gaze swimming like the rise of dark tide, swallowing up everything in its path.
A trace of an elusive implication hung at the corners of his mouth from start to end.
“Cheney, come, let Uncle tell you the truth. Your father is dead; he will never come back. Dead, do you understand? Hmm?” Uncle Fern gave a wicked smile, “Your dad’s car fell off a cliff, he died on the spot. Can you picture that scene?”
“Ever seen mountains? Falling from there, it’s so high…” Uncle Fern made hand gestures.
His stern face wore an added touch of evil sophistication.
His smile was gloomy and detached, insincere to the core.
The little one was stunned, evidently scared, he stayed stock-still.
A glimmer of bewilderment suddenly spread across his bright eyes…..
He was young, but he knew what “dead” meant.
“Cheney, the ones not telling you the truth are not good people,” Uncle Fern sneered, “Your uncle is doing you a favor by telling you the truth. You needed to know eventually. Your uncle is the good guy here.”
“Baddie! You’re a baddie!”
Emotionally stirred, Chale Cheney yelled loudly!
His little face was very pale.
What nonsense! How could he talk nonsense!
Dad texted him yesterday saying he loved him!
This Uncle Fern was a baddie!
He never liked him to start with, now he disliked him even more!
“Uncle is doing you a favor, you’ve to know eventually, right? You should thank your uncle for telling you the truth. Those who didn’t tell you are the bad ones.”