Chapter 788: Chapter 788: Cutting Off Chale Cheney’s Neck
There was tenderness mixed with affection in his voice.
“Put Chale down, I can offer you some money, enough for you to run away with Chris Fern.” Sylvan Cheney spoke in a calm manner.
Hearing Sylvan’s voice, Yolanda Fern collected her thoughts.
“I don’t believe you.” Yolanda snorted coldly, “I’ve seen just how deep your scheming can go.”
Considering what she did to Chale Cheney and Spencer Childe, even if Sylvan Cheney let her off, Spencer Childe would never let her go.
This, she understood better than anyone else.
Her hands no longer trembled as she positioned the sharp knife accurately against Chale’s neck.
In the cold weather, Chale’s small face had already turned red from the freezing temperature.
The little one was uncomfortable and blinked his eyes.
For a moment, the situation was in a stalemate..
Neither of them was willing to back down or compromise.
Charles Mcintosh knew that Sylvan Cheney definitely had a gun in his suit pocket, and was well aware of Sylvan’s accuracy. If he aimed at Yolanda’s heart, she would surely be killed by a single shot.
However, he knew that as long as there’s the slightest risk, Sylvan would never take the chance.
The moment Sylvan pulled the trigger, Yolanda would undoubtedly slit Chale’s throat with the knife.
Nobody dared to gamble recklessly.
“What do I have to do to win your trust?” Sylvan Cheney started, his voice was faint yet gentle.
“Sylvan Cheney, you have already exhausted all trust from me, there’s no way I’ll believe a word you say.” There was accumulated despair on Yolanda’s face, she laughed bewitchingly and desolately, “I know that no matter what I do, I am destined to die, so…Chale is my scapegoat, that’s already been decided.”
“Sylvan Cheney, in my opinion, it’s worth it. You have only one son, who you’ve raised until he’s three, you must be very attached to him, right?”
“You haven’t experienced much unbearable pain, I reckon, if you watch your son bleed to death right in front of you, it will be thrilling. You would never forget this scene for the rest of your life, just like the way I can’t forget everything that happened when I was five!”
Yolanda gritted her teeth, her tone filled with a chilling finality.
The events that occurred when she was five were like a brand, deeply burned into her, something she could never get rid of.
A five-year-old girl…who suddenly fell from heaven into hell, who could imagine such pain?
If it hadn’t been for the Cheney Family, she may have still been a happy, innocent girl, maybe even married with her own baby by now.
Possessing a loving husband, living a blissful and harmonious life.
Instead of…..being sexually violated by several men, causing her to be unable to get pregnant for life.
For the past twenty or so years, every time she thought of that disgusting incident, she despised this world.
At that time, Qiana Childe was living next door to her, she must have heard her heart-wrenching screams for help.
But she never came to rescue her.
Qiana Childe was living a well-off life, while she was tormented by nightmares daily.
If only Sylvan Cheney could have loved her even a little, if he had taken her as his wife, maybe she wouldn’t be where she is today.
Alas, this man was heartless.
Chale Cheney trembled in fear, even though he didn’t understand everything, he heard what Aunt Yolanda said!
Why did she want him to die?
No, he didn’t want to…
He wanted to be with Elder Cheney, and with Jasy…
He hadn’t even finished his homework; Little Dahlia was still waiting for him to draw for her…
Chale Cheney couldn’t cry out loud, only tears went “plop” “plop” falling down.
Sylvan Cheney felt his blood rushing, there was an icy chill in his eyes, his already deep eyes instantly turned cold.
He believed, Yolanda could definitely do it.