Chapter 783: Chapter 783: Shooting a Bullet into Sylvan Cheney’s Heart
Under the sun, everyone’s faces were coated in a thin layer of gold.
Little Chale Cheney was staring tightly at Uncle Mcintosh, his eyes full of longing.
Charles Mcintosh felt a tightening in his chest when he saw Chale Cheney’s pitiful gaze. It was as if a hand was gripping it, making his breathing somewhat rushed.
Lilac Serval, squinting her eyes towards Yolanda Fern on the Ferris wheel, spoke gravely: “Yolanda, let Chale Cheney go. Whatever your demands are, state them.”
The volume of Lilac Serval wasn’t loud, but Yolanda Fern could hear her perfectly clear.
Yolanda stared at Lilac’s stunning face, coldly chuckling.
She should have guessed earlier, Lilac Serval was Sylvan Cheney’s woman.
From locating Lilac Serval to going to the property notary office for paternity verification, everything was too smooth.
It was nothing more than a trap set up by Sylvan Cheney, waiting for her and Chris Fern to jump into it.
Regrettably, they couldn’t see the wood for the trees.
At the time, she and Chris Fern were too anxious and didn’t doubt anything.
These few days, she thought back and forward, and understood everything!
Lilac Serval was Sylvan Cheney’s woman, and Spencer Childe didn’t die!
Everything was controlled by Sylvan Cheney, and she didn’t have the slightest power to fight back.
If she is captured by Sylvan Cheney, he would definitely hand her over to the public security bureau.
If she is captured by Spencer Childe, there would be only one outcome—a fate worse than death.
She can’t accept either of being in prison or a fate worse than death. That feeling would be better off with her being dead.
In these few days, news came out that Chris Fern tried to commit suicide by shooting himself. He’s now lying unconscious in the hospital with a high possibility of becoming a vegetable.
Similarly, she didn’t have to think to figure out that Sylvan Cheney must have stationed bodyguards in the hospital, just waiting for her to jump into the trap.
She wasn’t that stupid.
If she landed in the hands of Spencer Childe, she didn’t know how miserable she would become.
These past few days, there were heavy downpours, she hid in a remote grove, stepping in mud, and starving.
She didn’t dare to come out and only had the last bit of courage to come to the kindergarten to kidnap Chale Cheney today.
There wasn’t any other purpose, just to let Sylvan Cheney watch his own son die a miserable death.
Watch with his own eyes.
This stimulation is absolutely more than shooting at Sylvan Cheney’s heart.
Thinking, and thinking, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of Yolanda’s lips.
Under the sun, her smile contained a horrifying terror.
Hearing Lilac Serval’s words, she looked down and spoke softly: “Where is Sylvan Cheney? His own son is in my hands, and he doesn’t show up?”
“What do you want?” Lilac Serval raised her voice.
“Wait for Sylvan Cheney to come.”
Chale Cheney was frightened. Was this his Aunt Yolanda? Why is she doing this?
Did he annoy her? He just didn’t get too close to her for a while…
Whimper, why is this happening?
Did he do something wrong?
The knife is so cold.
“Little Chale, don’t move, don’t be afraid.” Lilac Serval comforted the little one. “Dad will be here soon.”
Neither she nor Charles Mcintosh dared to act rashly.
Even though their marksmanship was accurate, the Ferris wheel was a very dangerous place. If Yolanda were to give a gentle push, the little one would certainly fall.
Although this Ferris wheel wasn’t high, if someone were to fall, the consequences were unthinkable.
The little one nodded obediently.
Lilac Serval hadn’t had much contact with the little one, but a little bit of softness welled up in her heart.
Chale Cheney was behaving well, not crying or making a fuss.
Dad was coming. Once dad comes, he wouldn’t be afraid.
In his mind, Elder Cheney was capable of anything.