Chapter 687: Chapter 687: The Dead are the Most Reassuring
Lilac Serval had been gone for a while, but her presence lingered in the living room.
In the courtyard, Yolanda Fern gathered her shawl around her and quietly walked back inside.
Her burgundy sweater emphasised her fair skin, gentle and soft, reminiscent of a willow in the March breeze.
The beauty of Yolanda was entirely different from that of Lilac.
Chris Fern wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the living room.
“Who would have thought that Lilac Serval turns out to be Chale Cheney’s birth mother. After all this searching, we finally found her.” Yolanda commented nonchalantly, “She’s such a cold-hearted woman, devoid of any emotions.”
Having said that, she chuckled.
Now, she herself was also cold-hearted in nature.
“I’m surprised Sylvan Cheney would fall for such a woman,” Yolanda laughed.
As Yolanda conversed with Chris, he furrowed his brow but remained silent.
His warm hand rested on her shoulder.
After they arrived in the living room, he pulled her into his embrace.
He peeled an orange for her, feeding it to her slice by slice.
Yolanda lazily leaned into Chris, enjoying the orange as she squinted up at him.
Chris was younger than her, but he appeared quite mature, his sharp features handsome and youthful.
“Yolanda, we have the key to the safe. We’ll retrieve the contents tomorrow,” Chris said.
“Sure, let’s go tomorrow. I don’t want to stay in Landon any longer. It’s too cold here, I’m no longer accustomed,” she replied.
“I can’t bear to have you stay here either,” Chris said with a tone of concern.
“Chris, what should we do about the Cheney Residence and Sylvan’s Cheney Group?” Yolanda asked curiously.
“We could leave the residence to the butler Tomer. She has been fairly considerate of you over the years. As for the Cheney Group, wouldn’t it be better to burn it down?”
Chris’s lips hooked into a chilly smile, his eyes devoid of warmth.
His tone suggested he was joking, yet he also seemed quite serious.
“Arson? That won’t do,” Yolanda laughed, “It’d be better to plant some illegal goods in the Cheney Group’s cargo. That way, even if Sylvan doesn’t die, he’ll have to bear the disgrace- he might even need to do some time in prison. The Cheney Group will naturally be seized by the police.”
Chris laughed, affectionately pinching her cheek.
Yolanda leisurely leaned into Chris, eating the orange.
“Chris, do you think that woman Lilac Serval will cause trouble in the future?”
“Worried? If you’re worried, leave it to me. The only reassurance comes from the dead, don’t you think?”
Yolanda laughed. Chris, who had been by her side for many years, understood her the best.
Although Lilac Serval appeared to be unfeeling, she sure loved money.
A woman who survives for money can be quite terrifying.
Even if the money she’d given Lilac Serval was enough for three lifetimes, what if one day she wasn’t satisfied…?
In this day and age, one must be cautious. Sparing the rod spoils the child.
“Chris, here you go!” Yolanda also helped him peel an orange.
Chris took a bite and gave her forehead a kiss.
The pair already had nothing to hold back from each other.
They weren’t blood-related; once they reached Lonton, they could be together forever.
Although Yolanda still harboured the darkness of twenty years ago, he believed time and happiness would heal all wounds.
He would give her all of his tenderness, just for her.
At this moment, Chris’s gaze was abundant with warmth and gentleness.
He affectionately stroked her soft hair, his steady heart melting, the whispers of bubbling water sliding across.
“Yolanda, I love you very much.”
He smiled, confessing his love to her once again.
He loved her, so much.