Chapter 768: Chapter 768: Whose Child Did That Woman Give Birth To?
Chale Cheney’s small hand was still gripping Sylvan Cheney’s sleeve secretly and unwillingly to let go.
That training ground… definitely not a pleasant place.
He didn’t want to go.
“I know you have a sense of propriety. I won’t worry too much, and I can’t be bothered to worry.” Spencer Childe said in a displeased tone.
This grandson of his, always only knew how to contradict him.
He glanced at Chale Cheney again. This little one tears up before he could even reprimand him once.
He didn’t know who Sylvan had a child with, perhaps his mother was also a weakling.
Although Yolanda Fern was ambitious, Spencer Childe appreciated her in some respects.
She was smart, ambitious, willing to work hard, had organized many art exhibitions at her young age, and was proficient in all aspects of Chinese arts and crafts.
The atmosphere suddenly chilled.
Sylvan Cheney frowned deeply, his face gloomy.
Chale Cheney was so disciplined that he dared not eat or cry. He was so aggrieved.
His eyes were welled up with tears, but he didn’t say a word.
He didn’t want to eat here anymore, he wanted to go home, why did they bring him here, he was mad!
He gripped Sylvan’s hand throughout and refused to let go.
Spencer Childe changed the topic: “I will cooperate with you on Yolanda’s matter. If someone is caught, hand them over to me just like what happened with Chris Fern.”
“Okay.” Sylvan Cheney did not object.
Spencer Childe didn’t mention Chale Cheney anymore, and chatted casually with Sylvan Cheney.
The room was huge, rendering the atmosphere particularly chilly.
Chale Cheney could no longer eat after having only a few bites.
As soon as Spencer Childe went to the washroom, he tugged on Sylvan Cheney’s sleeve.
“Daddy, can we go home? Baby wants to go home…” The rims of Chale’s eyes were bloodshot, his little mouth was pouting.
There was no fun here at all.
“I’ll have the driver take you home.” Sylvan Cheney responded.
He could see that Chale Cheney and Spencer Childe weren’t really close.
“Daddy is the best.” Chale wiped his eyes, “Daddy, don’t send baby away, please? Baby can’t bear to part with you and Jasy.”
Sylvan Cheney was silent, did not respond.
“Daddy, don’t you love baby anymore? Were you just pretending to be nice, you don’t really mean it!” The little one was very angry.
If he really loved him, how could he bear to send him away?
Or was it like he really bought him from a pet shop, and now is going to send him back to the pet shop?
Or send him to someone else’s house to raise?
He couldn’t bear to part with Elder Cheney, couldn’t bear to part with Jasy…
“What do you mean pretentious? Haven’t I been kind to you?” Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, looking at the little one on the chair.
The little guy was so small that when he looked up, he was really angry.
Sylvan caught sight of his bright eyes, feeling both annoyed and amused. He was quite helpless.
“Are you going to sell the baby? How much are you selling for?”
“I would have to pay.”
“Ah…” Chale Cheney couldn’t help but let out a cry.
He still had to be sold even if they would lose money? Is he not adorable? Not charming? Not likable?
Like a little doll, he sat on the chair, very angry and, at the same time, dispirited.
He lowered his head and quietly played with his fingers.
Sylvan Cheney made a call to the driver.
The rain outside was still falling. The sound of the rain was loud, hitting the glass. The rain formed rain pillars, flowing down the glass.
There was a slight fog rising on the window.
Sylvan glanced at his watch, it was already half-past eight in the evening.
The driver came up quickly, holding Chale’s hand and took him downstairs.
Spencer Childe was quite displeased when he saw this.
“Your son is truly pampered.” He wiped his hands and sat down again.