Chapter 792: Chapter 792: The Pain of Losing a Child, Can You Bear It?
“Sylvan Cheney, do you agree or not?” Yolanda Fern sneered, “I’ve calculated it for you, it is really a profitable deal. To exchange an insignificant person for your son, I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.”
“If you agree, call Jasmine Yale now.”
“Change the person.” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
“Sylvan Cheney, be clear, you are the one negotiating with me, not the other way round. It’s so cold out here, if my hand shakes a bit, don’t blame me.” Yolanda Fern was angry, “I don’t know how much longer I can waste time with you here. If you want my life, take it, but remember if you have the ability to save Chale Cheney’s life!”
Yolanda Fern was truly driven to desperation by Sylvan.
There was also an overwhelming sense of oppression and indignation in her heart.
Did Jasmine Yale’s presence cause such hesitation?
If he didn’t care about her, why would he hesitate at such a critical juncture?
His own son’s life was hanging by a thread!
“Sir.” Charles Mcintosh lowered his tone, “What should we do?”
Charles Mcintosh knew, Sylvan would never agree.
But now, Yolanda Fern was clearly getting impatient.
She had been standing on the Ferris wheel for so long, her patience was worn out.
Just a slight provocation, and she would do something outrageous!
From behind Sylvan, Lilac Serval softly suggested in worry, “Would there be chance to shoot Yolanda Fern during the exchange?”
Sylvan didn’t respond, Charles Mcintosh shook his head, “As long as there is a 1% risk, Mr. Cheney won’t take the chance.”
If it was Sylvan himself, he would certainly take the risk unhesitatingly.
But for Jasmine Yale…he would definitely not risk it.
Lilac Serval fell silent.
The atmosphere suddenly fell quiet.
The situation was at a stalemate.
North wind chafed against the ears, emitting a ‘whooshing’ sound, cold and desolate.
“What if I don’t exchange?” Sylvan Cheney looked up.
“Sylvan Cheney, I don’t want to negotiate any further. If you don’t exchange, I will let Chale Cheney die in front of you, do you understand?”
The cold weather stimulated Yolanda Fern’s nerves.
“Yolanda Fern, you should know, if anything happens to Chale, I’ll take away Chris Fern’s oxygen supply, leaving Lana Fern with nowhere to turn.”
“I don’t care anymore. You were the one who disagreed to negotiate first, why should I follow the rules? I don’t believe that you’ll be able to live in peace if your biological son dies in front of you.”
“You intend to use my son’s life to bargain for the lives of three of the Fern family members?”
Yolanda Fern’s eyes flashed with ferocity.
One life for three lives…she would always lose no matter what.
She gritted her teeth, falling silent all of a sudden.
“Think it over.” Sylvan casually said.
Suddenly, she laughed, speaking lightly, “No matter… in heaven, we’re still siblings, we would be together as family… how nice… right…”
Charles Mcintosh’s heart clenched.
Yolanda Fern had gone mad.
“But Sylvan Cheney, you are different. Can you bear to lose your son? Especially, having to witness your son being beheaded, are you scared?”
Sylvan Cheney’s fists were clenched tight, veins bulging.
Negotiating with a woman who didn’t care about her life left him with no leverage.
“Sylvan Cheney, I’m leaving the decision here, but there is still room to negotiate. I’ll give you a choice which I guarantee you’ll find tempting.” Yolanda Fern suddenly grinning seductively.
“Since you won’t exchange Jasmine Yale, kneel down to me, make ten kowtows, and then I will release Chale Cheney. Oh, right, in front of all your followers.”
Yolanda Fern laughed without inhibition.
This sudden proposition, she found it very stimulating.