Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Tactics, Exceptionally Cruel
“No matter what I said, he didn’t believe me. In his eyes, I, his own grandchild, was completely worthless.” Sylvan Cheney chuckled again.
When Sylvan chuckled, his handsome face embodied the charm that only mature men have.
Chris Fern suddenly understood something!
Terror flickered in his eyes, unable to be concealed by his mask.
He suddenly understood… what it meant to be utterly defeated.
“Spencer Childe is still alive???” Chris Fern incredulously looked at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan tapped off his cigarette ash, squinting: “Hmm, want to see your grandpa? He used to dote on you and Yolanda so much.”
Even more than his own grandchild.
Knowing that Yolanda had suffered so much and suffered the most brutal harm, coupled with Qiana Childe’s dying wish, his good deeds for Yolanda were to the extreme.
Taking her to learn painting, attend exhibitions, and providing for their three siblings’ education and employment.
He’d regularly give them money for food, clothing, and all their other needs, all of it the best.
Even during holidays, Spencer Childe preferred spending time with Yolanda and her siblings.
He was transparent to his own grandchild.
Because of Teagan Cheney, Spencer Childe viewed him suspiciously, always thinking he had ulterior motives.
His heart was tied to these three siblings, even his will stated that all the property would go to Yolanda.
No one could covet it, especially him and Teagan Cheney.
Thinking of this, Sylvan took a puff of his cigarette.
Old man was stubborn, in his youth he was smart and down-to-business.
But when he got old, he became muddled.
If it weren’t for this elaborate scheme, the old man wouldn’t even know how he died.
Usually, he’s warned him secretly and openly, but the old man didn’t listen and felt he had ulterior motives instead.
Helplessly, Sylvan had to act out this scene with him.
The old man is still locked up in a courtyard house in Landon.
“No, no, not seeing him.” Chris Fern retreated several steps in panic, stumbling.
He didn’t want to see Spencer Childe!
Sylvan knew his guilt and laughed: “How come? Your grandfather has been so good to you, and now you don’t want to see him?”
“He’s just making up for it! Making up for the damage his daughter did to Yolanda!” Chris roared.
“Chris Fern, I guess you’ve fed your conscience to the dogs.” Sylvan Cheney sneered.
Charles Mcintosh was also particularly helpless on the side.
He’d seen how well Spencer Childe treated Yolanda and her siblings over the years.
On the other hand, he was indifferent to Mr. Cheney.
“Chris Fern, your grandpa’s health isn’t good, and it’s been getting worse over the years. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who prescribed the slow-acting poison for Yolanda to coax him into taking, aren’t you?” Sylvan casually said.
He discovered this fact a long time ago.
Spencer Childe had been taking lots of medications, but he never got any better.
After starting to suspect Yolanda, he secretly flew to Idinburgh several times and brought some medicine back to make a verification, it’s then that he discovered the trick.
Chris Fern, no wonder he’s a doctor. He could do such a thing without leaving any trace.
The approach was extremely cruel.
In Chris Fern’s heart, there was no longer a boundary between life and death, right and wrong.
Even knowing that it was evil, he still ventured into it. There was absolutely no bottom line
Charles Mcintosh shook his head: “Chris Fern, you’ve disrespected the law too much. Are you really not going to be condemned for harming the old and the young?”
Chris Fern dropped his long eyelashes in exhaustion.
It seemed… that they knew everything.
He thought he had covered up his tracks, that his plot was seamless.
In terms of cunning, he still couldn’t compete with Sylvan.
“Heh.” Chris Fern smiled weakly, his young face filled with indifference.