Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 410
Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Mr. Cheney, I Beg You
The woman’s voice was tinged with urgency and haste as she ran quickly in this direction.
“Mr. Cheney, please let Chris go, he’s young and innocent. Actually, he was doing it for my sake…”
Yolanda, dressed in a sky-blue dress, stood in front of Sylvan Cheney.
Anxiety was evident on her weary and dust-covered face, adding haggardness and fatigue to her usually clear and beautiful features.
She was begging Sylvan Cheney.
Her watery autumn-hued eyes were misted over as they stared intently at Sylvan Cheney.
“Why are you here?” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.
“Mr. Cheney, Yolanda, Chris, and Lana rely on each other for survival. If it wasn’t for Chris’s painstaking care all these years, Yolanda might not have had the courage to carry on,” Yolanda cried, her tears flowing freely. “He really does take good care of me and cares about me. He made a mistake this time, I will scold him… but please, can you spare him, and give him a chance…”
Yolanda was crying bitterly, her tears flowing ceaselessly.
She noticed that Chris’s face had changed color.
She was genuinely afraid that Sylvan Cheney would strangle him…
This man, he was capable of doing it.
“Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney, please, I beg you…” Yolanda clutched at Sylvan Cheney’s sleeve.
She saw that Sylvan Cheney’s body was covered in blood.
She was somewhat horrified, what on earth had happened?
After she disembarked from the plane, she headed straight for the hospital, having no knowledge of anything.
Only then did Sylvan Cheney release his grip, refraining from strangling Chris in his furious state.
Charles McIntosh, standing nearby, remained silent, not uttering a word.
Chris took a breath, coughed a few times and thus, managed to save his own life.
“Yolanda,” Sylvan Cheney called Yolanda’s name faintly, “There won’t be a next time.”
Crying, Yolanda nodded, “I know, I know, thank you, Mr. Cheney. Chris is ignorant, I will scold him when we get home, there will not be a next time, absolutely not.”
Chris wiped the blood off his face.
He was like a defiant little lion, silent but with an obstinate look in his eyes.
“Get out!” Sylvan Cheney ordered coldly.
“Okay, Mr. Cheney, I’m going to take Chris out now. How about… does Jasmine need anything? Is her condition serious? Mr. Cheney, do you want me to stay behind to take care of her? As a woman, I’m certainly more attentive.”
“Get out!” Sylvan Cheney warned again.
Yolanda nodded awkwardly, not saying another word, and grabbed Chris’s arm.
“Sister, there’s no need to talk anymore, let’s go.” Chris lowered his voice.
The room was quiet, and both Sylvan Cheney and Charles McIntosh heard Chris’s words.
Sylvan Cheney’s face was extremely dark.
Charles shook his head; this Chris was really fearless.
His sister was not his free pass from death.
It seemed that he had not put himself in his place.
“Mr. Cheney, I’ll stay here and watch over things, you should go rest for a while. You’ve been flying so long…” Charles stepped forward.
Seeing Sylvan Cheney looked quite worn out, he knew that Sylvan hadn’t closed his eyes for a day and night.
In order to find Jasmine Yale, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.
“I’ll stay here.” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was indifferent and husky.
His eyes betrayed infinite weariness.
Charles didn’t say anything further and didn’t disturb Sylvan Cheney again, he silently took a few steps back and stayed with Sylvan Cheney to watch over things.
At the hospital department.
Yolanda dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and carefully wiped the wounds on Chris’s face.
Watching it made her heartache, Sylvan Cheney had really hit him hard.
“Chris, does it hurt?” Yolanda frowned.
Although Chris was the Fern family’s adopted son, the three siblings had looked out for each other over the years and hadn’t suffered much..
