Chapter 708: Chapter 708: For Him, I Can Risk My Life

Even though he knew it was Lana Fern’s fault, he hid the truth because of Yolanda Fern’s pleading call.

He told Sylvan Cheney–

It was Jasmine Yale who didn’t want the baby.

Three years later, what was destined to come, came. The punishment he was supposed to receive, he received.

As the truth came forth, he laid it all bare to Sylvan Cheney and confessed unconditionally to the mistake he made three years ago.

But it was also his last leniency to Yolanda Fern three years ago.

After all, his father had died to save the Cheney family and Yolanda. Three years ago, he was softhearted and, because of Yolanda’s plea, hid all the truth from Sylvan Cheney.

It wasn’t until three years later that he realized how absurdly mistaken he was.

The matter with Jasmine Yale’s baby, Lana Fern was just a scapegoat, while the real instigator behind the scenes was Yolanda herself!

“Ha.” Chris Fern laughed lightly, “If it were not for the Cheneys, Yolanda would certainly be living happily now. You don’t know, she is tormented day and night, can’t sleep, often having nightmares. And what about Sylvan Cheny? He doesn’t love Yolanda, isn’t it because he despises her?”

Charles Mcintosh frowned.

Chris Fern was incurably foolish.

“Love is something that can’t be forced. Chris Fern, debts and love are two separate things!” Charles Mcintosh said.

Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney had been living together for twelve years, Sylvan Cheney’s heart had long been tied to Jasmine Yale, how could he give any of it to Yolanda?

All Sylvan Cheney could do was to compensate Yolanda, giving her everything he could give.

Except love.

“Chris Fern, do you think Yolanda loves me?” Sylvan narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.

“Yes, she always loved you!” Chris Fern lost control of his emotions, “She has loved you since she was little, loved you for so many years, but you are unmoved. Even a stone could be heated up, but your heart is harder and colder than a stone! She loves you so much, writing you love letters, cooking for you, keeping you company, isn’t that love? Even, because she loves you too much, misses you too deeply, she dreams calling your name.”

In Chris Fern’s eyes, Sylvan Cheney is cold-blooded.

Cold to the extreme, heartless.

Yolanda’s efforts, even he, as her younger brother, couldn’t bear to watch.

Yet Sylvan Cheney remains unmoved.

“Love is mutual!” Charles Mcintosh said coldly, “Chris Fern, you’re too biased. Yolanda loves Mr. Cheney, must Mr. Cheney love her? You don’t understand love at all.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t love her, he despises Yolanda!” Chris Fern lost his temper, accusing Sylvan Cheney, “Isn’t it just because Yolanda was violated when she was young, stained, can’t get pregnant, that he can’t accept it?”

“Chris Fern, you’re too immature.” Charles Mcintosh shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment and incomprehension.

“Chris Fern.” Sylvan Cheney spoke slowly, “Answer me one question, if you love Yolanda and she doesn’t love you, would you want her life?”

This question, sharp to the extreme.

Instantly, Chris Fern was left speechless.

The light in his eyes was slowly cooling, freezing over, his whole body was chilled to the bone.

“If you truly love someone, even if it’s unrequited, you would hope for their happiness, not their death.” Sylvan Cheney looked at Chris Fern, his eyes cold.

Chris Fern was an adult, he should understand this principle.

Sure enough, Chris Fern stood there, unable to say a word for a long time.

The air seemed to freeze, the temperature dropped sharply, the atmosphere was extremely cold.

Sylvan Cheney smoked without saying much.

His pupils slightly contracted as he thought of that foolish woman.

That foolish woman, for him, could even give her own life.

Even if she hated him again, disliked him again, the fool wanted him to be alive.