Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 829 - : Remove Chris Fern’s Oxygen Tube

Chapter 829: Chapter 829: Remove Chris Fern’s Oxygen Tube

She had heard that Chris Fern was still lying in the hospital bed, sustained by costly medications and numerous surgeries to keep him alive.

Although this hospital was the best in Landon, she knew—

Chris would either remain unconscious or, if he awoke, it would be worse than death.

This feeling, worse than death, was exceptionally painful for anyone.

Lana Fern knew that Sylvan Cheney and Spencer Childe would never let Chris go.

Therefore, they would never allow her to get close to Chris, to prevent her from pulling out his oxygen tube…

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But, what could she do? She had no options.

Was this karma for her actions?

Yet, to her, Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern seemed so good, she still couldn’t believe it to this day.

But, she could feel the chilling coldness emanating from Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, I came to see Chris. I mean no harm, I just want to see him,” Lana Fern pleaded with Sylvan Cheney, “My sister’s fate is uncertain, and now Chris is the only family I have left; even though we are not related by blood, we grew up together. Mr. Cheney, can I see Chris please?”

“Do you think I would let you enter?”

“Mr. Cheney, I’ve made many mistakes in the past which upset you and Miss Yale, but I sincerely repent now. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but just let Chris be… Please?”

“Lana Fern,” Sylvan Cheney said sternly, “From where do you get the courage to plead with me? Huh?”

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“I…” Lana Fern, knowing she was at fault, “Please consider that Chris has already been punished, okay?”

“Aren’t these punishments deserved?”

“No, Mr. Cheney, my sister’s fate is uncertain, and Chris has already attempted suicide and become a vegetative state. Please have mercy. I’ll take Chris back to the US and never return. I can assure you, I won’t return or cause any more trouble.”

Lana Fern sobbed uncontrollably, knowing she could not stay in Landon any longer.

But she wanted to take Chris with her…

Lana Fern cried her eyes out, her eyes bloodshot and even more swollen.

She hadn’t wept like this in a long time; she had cried all of last night, and yet, she couldn’t help but cry in front of Sylvan Cheney now.

“Lana, your assurances are worthless to me,” Sylvan Cheney said harshly, his eyes revealing a stark coldness.

Lana Fern choked up.

“So, Mr. Cheney, what do you want me to do to let you hand over Chris to me?” Lana Fern lifted her head, looking at him.

“No matter what you do, I will not give him to you.”

“Mr. Cheney, can’t you be a bit more humane? You’ve known Chris for many years. He and my sister have already paid a hefty price…”

“Step aside,” Sylvan Cheney said sternly.

His already frosty face was now filled with extreme anger, glaring at Lana Fern as if she were his prey.

Compassion was the cheapest commodity to him.

There were always those who could easily betray him.

“Mr. Cheney, have you found my sister? Where is she? Can you tell me?” Lana Fern stepped back, her face streaked with tears.

She grasped the hem of Sylvan Cheney’s clothes, refusing to let go.

“Dead,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

“Ah…” Lana Fern gasped for air, her eyes wide, almost unable to breathe.

Her heart pounded relentlessly, her limbs going cold in an instant.

Sylvan Cheney was particularly indifferent.

In his heart, Yolanda Fern was utterly inexcusable, and her only path lead to one outcome.

Chris Fern was lucky not to have killed himself with that gunshot, but he would not have good days ahead.

He, Sylvan Cheney, was not short on money; he would cure Chris.