Chapter 794: Chapter 794: An Annoying Whiz Visited the Cheney Residence
Yolanda Fern looked at Sylvan Cheney’s face, her heart heavily oppressed.
She had underestimated Jasmine Yale’s place in Sylvan Cheney’s heart.
“Sylvan Cheney, since you’re so protective of Jasmine Yale, I’ll count to five. If you don’t kneel by the count, watch your son die in front of you!” Yolanda Fern really had no energy to deal with him any longer.
Everyone drew in a cold breath.
Yolanda Fern’s voice was like a ghoulish specter, spreading through the large venue, piercing everyone’s eardrums.
Sylvan Cheney’s face changed drastically, his fists tightly clenched, his eyes filled with a murkiness and fragmentation he had not had for thirty years.
His body was somewhat stiff in the cold wind.
Yolanda Fern saw that Sylvan Cheney made absolutely no move to call, she sneered: “Three.”
“Let go of Little Chale, I’ll take his place.”
A flustered, urgent voice came, distant yet persistent and calm.
Jasmine Yale pushed through the crowd and moved towards Sylvan Cheney’s direction.
She was wearing a pink short jacket, under it only a pair of clean jeans, she looked like an eighteen-year-old girl, agile, radiant.
Sunlight poured down, her exquisite face had a serene expression, calm and detached.
Her lips slightly pursed, her eyes roaming around.
Her clear as water eyes lifted slowly, looking towards the ferris wheel high above.
Noon was intense, the sun radiant.
Seeing Chale Cheney safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief, the heavy stone in her heart suddenly lifted.
She didn’t know how her intuition was so accurate.
Perhaps due to spending day and night with the little one, having developed true affection.
Before anyone at Cheney’s noticed anything unusual, she had a spiritual sense, and it was so accurate.
However, seeing the blood on the boy’s neck and him being bound by Yolanda Fern was particularly disturbing.
The gleaming knife resting on the boy’s neck, her heart leapt into her throat.
Yolanda Fern also saw Jasmine Yale, stopped the count, and laughed.
“Came on your own? Quite brave.” Yolanda Fern sarcastically commented.
“Who let you come? Hmm?” Sylvan Cheney coldly questioned, his gaze fell on her delicate face, “Didn’t I tell you to stay at Respected Majesty? You don’t listen to orders?”
In his eyes, there was the color of wanting to devour her.
Bloodshot threads filled his eyes, like a lion staring at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale didn’t look at Sylvan Cheney, ignored him, only looking up at Yolanda Fern.
“I’m here now, can you let Little Chale go?” Jasmine Yale raised her voice to shout.
Her gentle, delicate voice reached Little Chale’s ears, and the little guy shook his head back and forth, his large eyes filled with fear.
Don’t want Jasy to save him!
Yolanda Fern didn’t expect Jasmine Yale to come on her own.
After all, Jasmine Yale had no relation to Chale Cheney, she wouldn’t risk her life for someone else’s child.
To her knowledge, Jasmine Yale was a particularly timid girl.
Tomer often told her that a Chenney Residence had been annoyed by a crybaby who cried at slight provocations.
A little thunder, a little lightning, would have her crying buckets.
Now, Yolanda Fern found no fear on Jasmine Yale’s face.
Even, she was much calmer than she imagined.
Really, beyond her expectations.
“Sure, let the people of Sylvan Cheney’s retreat from the kindergarden, and you stay.” Yolanda Fern said nonchalantly.
“If Mr. Cheney’s people withdraw and you refuse to let Chale go, what then?” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
She had heard some of their conversation.
It had been many days since the last time she saw Yolanda Fern.