Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 807 - : Mr. Cheney’s Turbulent and Bloody Jianghu

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: Mr. Cheney’s Turbulent and Bloody Jianghu

When the car arrived at the villa, the rain was still falling, showing no signs of stopping.

As soon as the car stopped, Butler Santana came over with an umbrella.

Some time ago, she heard that Mr. Cheney had an accident, and later she was driven out of the Cheney Residence by Yolanda Fern, not until recently did Mr. Cheney send someone to bring her back.

She hadn’t seen Mr. Cheney and the young master for a long time and missed them dearly.

Lilac Serval took the little one out of the car, and Butler Santana spotted the wounds on the child’s body at a glance.

“What happened?” asked Butler Santana anxiously.

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“He got hurt, but it’s nothing serious, take good care of the young master,” Lilac said.

“Where is Mr. Cheney?”

“Mr. Cheney is tied up.”

Lilac did not explain further; the fewer people that knew about today’s events, the better.

Butler Santana was smart and didn’t ask further, simply taking Chale Cheney from Lilac’s arms.

Her way of holding the child was much more skilled than Lilac’s.

Chale Cheney, still asleep, lay in Butler Santana’s embrace, looking completely exhausted.

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Lilac glanced at the little one and sighed.

She knew about the blood and thunder Mr. Cheney faced in his world. Being born into the Cheney Family meant that Chale would have to experience more bloodshed than an ordinary child, much like Mr. Cheney himself had in his youth.

Although Mr. Cheney was trying his best to shield him from these storms, some harm was inevitable.

The rain outside was pouring heavily, the rain curtain hanging low.

In the courtyard, several banana trees were planted, and the rain hitting the broad banana leaves made a “pitter-patter” sound.

Lilac didn’t go upstairs; she quietly watched Butler Santana take the little one to his bedroom.

“Please have some tea.” A servant came over and poured her a cup of tea.

“Thank you,” Lilac accepted.

It was only eight o’clock in the evening, still early.

Before long, Butler Santana came downstairs on tiptoes.

“Miss, how may I address you?” Butler Santana was not familiar with Lilac.

“Just call me Lilac.”

“Miss Serval, the young master is sleeping soundly. I will go upstairs to check on him regularly, you can rest assured. The rain outside is heavy, why don’t you stay at the villa tonight? I’ll have the servants prepare a room for you,” offered Butler Santana.

Lilac shook her head: “No need, my luggage is at the hotel, I’ll return there.”

“Then I’ll have the chauffeur drive you.”

“Thank you.”

“With such heavy rain, why don’t you stay a bit longer before leaving. Will Mr. Cheney be back tonight?” Butler Santana asked.

“I’m not sure, I’ll call and ask in a bit.”

Lilac was also concerned about how things were progressing.

At this hour, with strong winds and heavy rain, and the temperature being low, she wondered how Sylvan was holding up.

She couldn’t stay at the villa too long; if possible, she needed to be there to back him up.

Charles Mcintosh was hospitalized due to injuries inflicted by Spencer Childe and couldn’t get out of bed, which essentially meant Sylvan had lost a right-hand man.

Lilac didn’t understand the relationship between Sylvan and Jasmine Yale, but from today’s events, it was evident that Jasmine held a place in Sylvan’s heart, no less important than Chale’s.

If Jasmine hadn’t turned up at the kindergarten, Sylvan would probably have preferred to kneel rather than let Jasmine come.

Butler Santana spent some time talking with Lilac and inquired about the general situation.

“Butler Santana, don’t let Chale go out these next few days. People are guarding the villa outside, just take good care of him,” Lilac instructed.

“I know, I know,” he assured her.

Butler Santana was surprised that evening by how many bodyguards had suddenly appeared at the villa.

It was an intimidating sight.

Although she still hadn’t grasped the full situation, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Lilac did not linger at the villa.