Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Sharp Dagger!
Yolanda Fern seemed to have no reaction, she stood on the Ferris wheel, her gaze dull.
Looking down from where she stood, she could see the end-of-winter scenery and the city stretching to the horizon.
Tall buildings, bare trees, and withered grass.
Landon, it was still the Landon from her early childhood memories.
Back then, Landon was beautiful in her eyes, no matter spring, summer, fall, or winter, each season offered different sights.
Flower viewing in spring, wind listening in summer, chrysanthemum picking in autumn, snow appreciating in winter.
The world during her childhood didn’t have so many complexities, nor so many worldy pleasures and vile human hearts.
She longed for the Landon of her five-year-old self, missed the carefree and simple joy of that time.
After the age of five, she never experienced happiness again.
Landon became a nightmare in her world, one she couldn’t shake off.
Each time she set foot on this city’s soil, she felt something that ordinary people couldn’t comprehend.
That kind of heart-wrenching pain, like a clump of aquatic grass, tight around her heart.
So many years had passed, yet her hatred for this land was still so evident.
These years, if warmth and love could have outweighed the hatred and pain, she might not have ended up where she was today.
Regrettably, it couldn’t.
She looked straight ahead, her vision slightly blurred.
The world in front of her was peaceful, but her heart was in turmoil.
The sun was shining overhead, her legs wobbled.
Below the Ferris wheel, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat!
Especially Charles McIntosh.
He was close to Chale Cheney, it was he who had held Cheney when he was born and given him to Sylvan Cheney.
If anything happened to Chale Cheney, he would probably never be at peace in his lifetime.
Lilac Serval stood there with her arms folded, a cold chill in her sharp gaze.
She had never seen a woman so reckless, refusing to surrender even when faced with a dead end, and even using a child as a shield!
Yolanda said nothing, simply standing there in silence.
The cold outside was extreme.
Charles McIntosh started a video call with Sylvan Cheney—
Driving, Sylvan’s pupils contracted, his breathing quickened, and in the depths of his dark eyes was an unseen ferocity.
Yolanda’s courage was impressive.
In the video, he saw Yolanda standing on the Ferris wheel holding Chale Cheney hostage, her feet wobbling, unsteady.
Sylvan’s heart lurched, his brow furrowed, and his distinct face was shrouded in gloom.
And in Yolanda’s hand was a sharp dagger!
Scared, little Chale Cheney stood in the wind, his large eyes filled with terror.
He couldn’t speak, all he could do was blink.
Veins throbbed in Sylvan’s hand clutching the steering wheel, usually his self-control was good, but at this moment, he could hardly suppress the emotions welling up in his heart.
There was light breaking bit by bit in his eyes.
“Mr. Cheney, where are you? Yolanda insists on seeing you before she’ll speak,” Charles said.
“Wait for me for five minutes.”
“Understood,” Charles nodded.
“Have any life-saving air cushions been installed under the Ferris wheel?”
“Lilac Serval has already assigned people to set it up.”
Better safe than sorry.
While driving, Sylvan kept his eyes on the video.
Sylvan stepped on the gas, accelerating.
Trees on the roadside were receding quickly.
Five minutes later, Sylvan Cheney arrived at the kindergarten entrance.
The scene was heavily guarded, not a single drop able to leak through.
As Sylvan got out of the car, the bodyguards immediately surrounded him and led him towards the outdoor playground!
Yolanda stood high, she was the first one to see Sylvan Cheney coming from a distance among the crowd.
Sylvan Cheney was in a black suit, appearing as if he had just ended some meeting, weary from his journey.