Chapter 711: Chapter 711: You Are Despicably Low!

The mist on his bangs had dried, partially obscuring his face.

With the addition of a face mask, he looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

His eyes were red and moist.

Chris Fern did not say ‘no’, thus indirectly admitting to everything.

He was so exhausted that he didn’t have the strength to speak. His heart and lungs felt as though they had been drained, turning him into a walking corpse.

His gaze was lost and hollow, the corners of his eyes damp with shallow mist.

Throughout, he did not remove his mask, so no one could see more of his expression.

“Why did you have to push grandfather to his death’s door? Don’t you have any feelings for him?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was filled with deep helplessness.

Spencer Childe was ruthless and shrewd in his younger years.

He rarely showed too much emotion to anyone.

As he aged and his rationality faded away, it was replaced by the vast expanse of sentimentality.

He was seldom kind to anyone, but his feelings for the three Fern siblings were truly earnest.

Even crows would feed their elderly.

Sylvan Cheney could not believe that the Ferns had no feelings for Spencer Childe.

People’s hearts were made of flesh, after all.

The corner of Chris’s mouth moved slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

“Grandfather feels guilty towards the Fern family, but he, an old man, has already done everything he can to take care of you,” said Sylvan Cheney. “Is property really that important? Or is it that your hatred runs so deep that it can’t be washed away by any amount of affection?”

“Yolanda wants to take possession of everything from the Childe and Cheney families. This is what you owe her,” Chris spoke hoarsely.

“Grandfather has left all his family assets to Yolanda in his will, are you so eager to get your hands on them?”

Chris Fern sneered.

Spencer Childe was in good health, even robust.

If they did not take any measures, when would they be able to get anything from him?

Family assets were unimportant, but the private guards in Spencer Childe’s command were important.

With those loyal men, no one would dare to bully them in the future, even Sylvan Cheney would have to tread carefully around them.

“Yolanda has been having quite a few nightmares lately, often about grandfather, right?” Sylvan Cheney started nonchalantly.

Chris looked at Sylvan Cheney with disbelief.

Could it be… that Sylvan Cheney was causing this?!

Sylvan Cheney laughed, “Yes, it was me. Yolanda doesn’t have a heart disease, she can take a little scare.”

“Sylvan Cheney, you’re despicable!” Chris frowned, infuriated.

This man was truly despicable!

“Without being despicable, how could I have gotten Yolanda to confess so much? All of this… can serve as evidence in court,” Sylvan hinted with a trace of nonchalance, “the Cheney residence is equipped with audio recorders, grandfather heard everything too.”

“Sylvan Cheney, you are truly despicable!” Chris was at a loss for words.

He had never expected Sylvan Cheney would have so many tricks up his sleeve to deal with them!

Each trick was worse than the last.

“If the old man wasn’t so stubborn and always refused to believe me, I wouldn’t have needed to go to such lengths,” Sylvan sneered.

Dealing with the Fern siblings was typically as easy as flipping the palm of his hand, but with grandpa on their side, things became more difficult.

Most importantly, if those private guards under the command of grandpa were to follow Yolanda… the consequences were unimaginable.

Those people were prepared to sacrifice their lives without a second thought.

The old man was stubborn, and had more trust in Yolanda than he did in Sylvan, his own grandson.

If he didn’t meticulously plot and plan, allowing Spencer Childe to see and hear everything for himself, he feared the old man would never believe him.

“Sylvan Cheney, how did you and grandfather survive in Lonton?”