Chapter 827: Chapter 827: He Has Been Smoking Too Much Recently
This time, Sylvan Cheney walked him all the way to the kindergarten entrance, even got out of the car, and watched him enter the kindergarten.
Chale Cheney thought it was because of the scary incident that happened yesterday that Elder Cheney took such good care of him.
But he really liked the feeling of Elder Cheney dropping him off at school.
At the entrance of the kindergarten, Sylvan Cheney leaned against the door of the Rolls-Royce.
In the early morning breeze, he lit a cigarette, the smoke wafting, the cigarette glowing intermittently.
It had rained heavily all night, and the rain had stopped just an hour ago.
The ground was full of puddles, rough and irregular, shimmering under the sunlight.
The leaves, washed by the torrential rain, glowed with a dark green light, while yellow tender buds sprouted on the willow branches.
It was still ice-cold at the end of winter.
Chale Cheney walked, looking back every three steps.
He waved at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t move, slightly squinting his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette.
The little guy couldn’t bear to leave Elder Cheney, constantly looking back.
The feeling of seeing Elder Cheney every time he looked back was so good, and this was the first time!
Previously, Elder Cheney would at most drop him at the kindergarten entrance, but would not get out of the car, let alone watch him go to the classroom.
As he walked, he gradually moved farther from the kindergarten gate, and Chale Cheney could no longer see the handsome and striking Elder Cheney.
He felt a bit sad and stood in place for a long time.
His big eyes misted over with a thin layer of water vapor, hazy, filled with expectation and hope.
But… it’s okay, he could see him again at noon!
And in the evening too!
Thinking this, the little guy felt much happier, and he headed to his class with his backpack.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the car, waiting until the little guy’s bouncing figure disappeared into the white mist, without taking a step.
After finishing one cigarette, he lit another.
The driver, having never seen Sylvan Cheney , didn’t dare to speak and quietly waited.
Beneath the smoke, Sylvan Cheney’s figure stood alone, his black suit sharp and neat, impeccably clean without a single wrinkle.
The handmade buttons glinted silver in the sunlight, sparkling brightly.
This one standing was the time of three cigarettes.
Sylvan Cheney helplessly shook his head; he had been smoking too much recently.
But apart from nicotine and alcohol, he couldn’t find anything else to numb his senses.
His head throbbed with pain.
“Mr. Cheney, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go back to the villa to rest?” the driver asked with concern, noticing Sylvan Cheney’s furrowed brow.
“Go to the hospital,” Sylvan Cheney said blandly, extinguishing his cigarette.
The driver had no choice but to obey.
On the way, Sylvan Cheney made a call to a subordinate.
“What’s the situation in the woods now, has Yolanda Fern been found?”
“Mr. Cheney, we’ve searched everywhere and haven’t found her; we suspect Yolanda Fern might have fallen off the cliff.”
“Is it possible to go down the cliff?”
“It’s very challenging, because of the heavy rain and thin ice, it’s dangerous,” the bodyguard said. “However, the cliff is very high, if she really fell, she surely would not have survived.”
“Find an opportunity to go down, continue to lock down the woods and search again.”
If she really fell off the cliff, she definitely could not have survived.
But Sylvan Cheney needed a definite answer.
However, Jasmine Yale must have known the circumstances at the time very clearly; he only needed to ask Jasmine Yale to know how to proceed with the search.
He didn’t find any major external injuries on Jasmine Yale, which indicated that there hadn’t been an intense struggle between her and Yolanda Fern.
Given that, how could Yolanda Fern have fallen off the cliff?
Sylvan Cheney somewhat doubted this theory.