Chapter 689: Chapter 689: He Extremely Insulted Her

A faint sense of bewilderment surfaced on her beautiful face.

Tomer was taken aback.

Severe disability? That means…

Her hand flew to her mouth, too shocked.

“I can’t stay in Landon to care for him. Tomer, please look after him for me.” Yolanda Fern touched her forehead.

“But Miss Fern, your wedding with Mr. Cheney…”

“I love him, but the wedding has to be put on hold, everything will be decided when he gets better.”

“Miss Fern, you’ve taken on a lot. Don’t worry about going back, I am here in Landon. I look forward to seeing both of you in good health for the wedding. Miss Fern, I know you’re kind, and you must have been wronged throughout these years.”

“Don’t say that. There’s no such thing as being wronged in love. If it wasn’t for Mr. Cheney and my grandfather’s care these few years, I wouldn’t have lived to this age.”

Tomer let out a sigh.

Love always comes with trials and tribulations.

She still hoped that Yolanda Fern and Sylvan Cheney could be together and live happily.

Perhaps, they could have a child of their own, although the chances were slim.

“Miss Fern, can I help you pack your bags tomorrow?”

“Thank you, Tomer. It’s late, you should go rest. I bought you a gift when I went out today, it’s in your room. Go take a look and let me know if you like it.” said Yolanda, smiling.

Tomer looked surprised, “Thank you, Miss Fern.”

“Why are you thanking me? You’ve been taking care of me all this time, I should be the one thanking you.”

Yolanda gave Tomer a small smile, her eyes were soft, and she looked a little pale.

Tomer really liked Yolanda, admired her modesty, and gentleness.

Similarly, she also felt sorry for her.

She knew that an incident from over twenty years ago had caused her immense harm.

The pain must’ve seeped into her bones, becoming unbearable.

Like a knife, lodged deep in her heart.

That year, Yolanda was just a five-year-old girl, naive and lively, oblivious to the world, possessing the inherent simplicity and innocence of her age.

Before that year, she had been happy.

With a harmonious family, a loving father and mother.

But that year, it upturned her entire life.

From then on, endless hardships and hopelessness.

That summer, she went to the Summer Resort with Qiana Childe, only to stumble into the Cheney family’s enemy’s revenge.

Almost all of the servants and bodyguards brought by the Cheney Residence died.

That night, with fire blazing into the sky, the thick smell of blood permeating the air, making one nauseous.

Qiana Childe hid in a secret tunnel in the bedroom, narrowly escaping death.

But Yolanda didn’t.

A five-year-old girl, found hiding under the bed, her hair yanked and dragged out.

The men, thinking she was the Cheney daughter, brutally abused her.

Even though they didn’t kill her, the violation was more agonizing than death itself.

Bearing such an experience led to a radical change in her personality.

The vivaciousness was gone, replaced by silence.

Endless silence.

Refusing to speak to anyone, she isolated herself in a dark room.

Her eyes were filled with indifference and fear.

She remained wordless, eerily silent.

After that, Yolanda’s parents took her abroad, leaving Landon forever.

Qiana Childe was next door at the time, hearing Yolanda’s desperate cries for help and sobs, but afraid to assist her.

She watched impotently as Yolanda was violated by those men, her cries of pain echoing.

But Qiana dared not step out, dared not.

Later, guilt-ridden Qiana couldn’t bear it and started having mental issues. A few years later, she committed suicide by jumping into a lake.