Chapter 789: Chapter 789: As Years Pass, The Clothes Become Thin
The fugitive has everything but peace.
In the wind, Yolanda Fern laughed again.
Tears still marked her face, but her eyes bore little sorrow.
Only her heart was hollow, as if floating in mid-air, unable to find a place to settle.
Before she turned five, she called Landon home, with her father and mother, with Lana.
After turning five, she settled in Lonton, with a brother and sister.
But now, what did she have?
All this world offered her was infinite pain…
She wished to erase the cruelest shadows, but she had no means…
She despised Qiana Childe, Sylvan Cheney, Spencer Childe…all of the Cheney Family, even Jasmine Yale, she despised them all.
“Yolanda, have you ever thought about Chris Fern and Lana Fern – the only family you have left?” Sylvan Cheney spoke indifferently.
He couldn’t possibly stimulate Yolanda’s emotions in such a critical moment.
All he could do was to stabilize the situation.
“Yes, I have thought about it,” Yolanda Fern laughed coldly. “But what could I do? I can’t even save my own life, let alone think of others.”
“If you give up Chale Cheney, I can guarantee the safety of your family.”
“What if I refuse?” Yolanda Fern tilted her head in his direction, suddenly curious about the answer.
What would he do to Chris Fern and Lana Fern?
Now, Chris Fern and Lana Fern were both in Landon – like fish in a barrel.
Dealing with a vegetative and a woman would be a piece of cake for him, he could even make them wish they were dead.
Neither Sylvan Cheney nor Spencer Childe were easy to mess with.
“Didn’t you say you can’t even save your life? Then there’s no need to be curious.” Sylvan Cheney lightly curled his lips.
Yolanda Fern’s emotions fluctuated, a shimmering light filled her lifeless eyes.
Her exposed hand was a bit cold, accompanied by a body-wide feeling of chills and fatigue.
In her mind, she saw again the images of Chris Fern and Lana Fern.
Both were family who’d been with her through thick and thin, her only relatives.
Chris Fern was very kind to her, and Lana Fern was always her source of joy.
Although she had selfishly used them… she didn’t want them to end up desperate and homeless like her.
In the last few days, she had been living on the run, hiding constantly, too scared to dauntlessly reveal her true self.
In the continuous torrential rain, she could only seclude herself in an unmonitored grove, her stomach rumbling with hunger.
When there was no food available, she could only depend on the wild fruits found in the grove.
With no place for shelter, she confronted the rain by hiding in a den.
After suffering for a few days, her hatred steadily grew, consuming her heart, impossible to subside.
Never in her twenty-some years did she expect to be reduced to such a state.
The elegant, gentle Yolanda Fern was gone, replaced by a gaunt, weary, and emaciated Yolanda Fern.
When the night was quiet, she mostly thought of Chris Fern and Lana Fern.
Their affections for her were wholehearted and sincere.
Yolanda Fern’s body was growing cold, the chilly wind against her skin left her feeling numb.
The years were long, clothes were thin.
In her entire life, she had never genuinely opened her heart to anyone.
A pain slowly clenched at her heart, like an electric current coursing through her. She trembled slightly.
She was out of options… take care, both of you.
Yolanda Fern’s long eyelashes were wet with tears. When her eyes blinked, the teardrops rolled down like pearls, falling.
Her once delicate face was now filled with an inscrutable sorrow.
Like a lilac blossom.