Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 715: How did it go wrong ……

Chapter 715 -715: How did it go wrong ……

The underground passageway fell into silence.

Quiet and undisturbed, without a hint of sound.

Sylvan Cheney dragged on his cigarette, his gaze constantly fixed on Chris Fern’s face, an inscrutable gloom reflected in his deep eyes.

Charles Mcintosh stood by Sylvan’s side, a complex sensation stirring within him.

So many emotions intertwined.

When his father was killed in a massacre more than two decades ago, he was just a child.

Back then, he was already at Sylvan’s side and couldn’t calm down for a long time after hearing about Yolanda Fern’s affairs.

Later, Sylvan, following Qiana Childe’s last wishes, treated Yolanda well. He had always treated her like a younger sister.

If not for these feelings, he would not have lied to Sylvan for Yolanda’s sake three years ago.

Just as Sylvan had said, these sentiments couldn’t be used as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

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If you commit a crime, you must face the punishment.

If indulgence is excessive… Charles was also aware that the consequences would be unthinkable.

The surroundings were quiet; no sound could be heard.

Chris Fern’s crying gradually ceased. His eyes were bloodshot, with an expression of loneliness and confusion.

Where had he gone wrong…

He had always wished the best for Yolanda and hoped for her happiness. Why did that have to be an error?

“I have failed her…” Chris suddenly murmured to himself, his gaze vacant.

His face was still youthful, his slender figure revealing an air of naïveté.

He looked entirely like a big boy.

“Mr. Cheney, will you truly pursue Yolanda until justice is served?” Chris asked weakly.

It was as if he was grasping at a final lifeline.

“That depends on whether the law allows it.” Sylvan Cheney said emotionlessly, the cold and callous undertone easily perceivable in his voice.

Chris, looking into his eye devoid of emotion, knew that more attempts at persuasion would be futile.

This man didn’t even possess a heart.

“Mr. Cheney, how could you fall for a woman who companions in a club, but not show an ounce of love for Yolanda? In what ways is Yolanda inferior to Lilac Serval and Jasmine Yale? I don’t understand…”

In his eyes, Yolanda was the best. She was like a cool breeze under the moonlight, and also like the warm sunlight that illuminated his entire life.

From the first moment he saw her, he was smitten.

He wanted to be with her, to accompany her always.

He couldn’t find a single flaw in her. In his heart, she was simply perfect.

Why wouldn’t Sylvan give Yolanda a shred of love? How was she inferior to Lilac Serval and Jasmine Yale?

Deep despair filled Chris Fern’s eyes.

His cherished Yolanda…!

“Are you referring to Lilac Serval?” Sylvan chuckled, “She is not a companion in a club. She’s my subordinate. Without her, where would I get more evidence? Hm?”

As he spoke, Sylvan took a small recorder out of his pocket.

He pressed the power button—

Yolanda’s voice came through sporadically, echoing back and forth within the confined underground tunnel.

“I didn’t do anything, just tampered a bit with the steering wheel. It should be no big deal, should be able to survive the landslide. After all, he has the devil’s own luck.”

“Last time in Lonton, it was such a serious accident. Everyone died, but he was the only one to survive, even though he became disabled. He really is a lucky bastard.”

“Jasmine Yale, I’m not going to do anything to Chale. As long as you obediently hand him over to me and let him go with Lilac to authenticate and claim the property, that’s fine. If you persist in refusing, I can’t guarantee I won’t harm the child.”

“I didn’t have a choice. At that time, I thought Sylvan was dead. If he was dead, the inheritance would all go to the little chap. Administering a crippling drug, we can control the little guy. Isn’t that perfect?”