Chapter 790: Chapter 790: Even Abandoning His Own Flesh and Blood
After a long while, she raised her head and calmly looked at Sylvan Cheney.
“Let’s strike a deal,” she said softly.
Under the Ferris wheel, Charles Mcintosh and Lilac Serval heard everything clearly.
This woman wants to make a deal?
But no one dared to relax their guard, silently waiting for Yolanda Fern’s next words.
“Speak,” Sylvan glanced at her, the sharp brilliance in his eyes diminishing.
“Sylvan Cheney, I can’t take Chris with me. If he doesn’t wake up, I want you to let him stay in the hospital; if he does, you make sure he will be well-fed and cared for.” Yolanda’s eyes were dull, “The same goes for Lana.”
“And if I agree, will you let my son Chale Cheney go?” Sylvan looked at her intently.
If Chris Fern doesn’t regain consciousness, then he will need a huge sum of money for his surgery to stay alive. Yolanda had indeed calculated this well.
“Sylvan Cheney, I still don’t quite trust you. What are we to do…” Yolanda chuckled lightly.
No matter what Sylvan Cheney promises, she always feels there’s a huge trap waiting for her to fall into.
His plotting runs deep.
Isn’t it quite possible that the moment she releases Chale Cheney, he will fire his gun and kill her, cut off Chris Fern’s oxygen supply and get rid of Lana?
These are all things Sylvan Cheney is perfectly capable of doing.
How can she trust his promises so easily…
“The basis of a deal is mutual trust. I can promise you these things, Sylvan Cheney is not one to break his word.”
“Sylvan Cheney, no matter how I look at it, you don’t seem to lose anything at all. Your job is quite easy, isn’t it?” Yolanda laughed, “In return, you’re getting back the life of your son. You’re not at a loss, not one bit.”
“What do you want?” Sylvan’s gaze became stern, “Name your terms.”
His eyes concealed a sharpness that was like a blade slicing through the cold air.
He knew Yolanda wouldn’t be satisfied with these two conditions.
“I don’t want to die,” Yolanda laughed, “Being alive is always better than being dead, isn’t it?”
“I can let bygones be bygones,” Sylvan didn’t hesitate at all.
“See, you can promise me anything right now. You really are a good father. Sadly, you will never let me go, will you? As soon as I let Chale Cheney go, you will shoot me dead, won’t you?”
Sylvan tightened his lips, his fists clenched.
“What do you want me to promise?” Sylvan gave in.
The sunlight poured down, and the blade of the dagger glittered with a terrifying glow.
The temperature was too low, and little Chale Cheney was about to lose consciousness from the cold, his small face flushing red.
He wasn’t naive, he understood a bit of what Yolanda was saying.
Aunt Yolanda was threatening Elder Cheney…
Why is she doing this?
“I know that no matter where I escape to, you will find me. I have another condition, what do you think…” Yolanda laughed, “I think it’s a fair deal. After all, Chale Cheney is your own son. You may be capable of mass murder, but you wouldn’t abandon your own flesh and blood, right?”
“Tell me,” Sylvan replied, his rage concealed.
Charles Mcintosh had been following Sylvan Cheney for many years, and he could deeply feel the chill and anger radiating from Sylvan at this moment.
But Sylvan Cheney was good at hiding his emotions. His side profile remained calm and composed.
Yolanda really has a death wish, daring to throw conditions at Sylvan Cheney.
Charles’s hand inside his coat tightened as he clenched his gun, his eyes closely observing Yolanda’s hand.
The moment she moves, he will immediately open fire.