Chapter 823: Chapter 823: Chale Cheney, Don’t Push Your Luck

At dawn, the raging storm finally ceased.

At around six o’clock, Sylvan Cheney dozed off in his study.

After a hazy half-hour nap, he woke up.

In the living room, Chale Cheney was already pacing back and forth with his backpack on.

Children’s moods come and go quickly.

After sleeping, it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about yesterday’s events. The little guy became cheerful again, hopping around happily.

It’s just that his neck was a bit sore!

“Butler Santana, where have you been these past few days? I haven’t seen you,” the little guy said as he sat on the sofa clutching his unfinished milk.

“I had some matters to attend to back home, I’m sorry, young master.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I just missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too, young master,” Butler Santana replied with a smile.

Such a cute child, having looked after him for three years, she had really grown fond of him.

But thinking about what Sylvan had said last night made her feel melancholic again.

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Tomorrow, she would have to send the young master away. He had just gotten used to Landon, just gotten used to his kindergarten, just made a circle of good friends…

But after tomorrow, he would have to stay in Lonton in a training facility, enduring harsh training.

Butler Santana looked at Chale Cheney, who knew nothing of this, and felt even more saddened.

“Butler Santana, I can’t finish the milk, can I stop drinking it?” the little one whined.

“No, your father would scold you,” Butler Santana said with a smile.

“Hmm,” Chale Cheney obediently drank his milk.

He didn’t dare to anger Elder Cheney either; Elder Cheney had recently looked unwell and had been in a bad mood.

He wasn’t sure who had upset him, but it certainly wasn’t him.

Just then, Chale Cheney heard the sound of a door opening upstairs.

Hmm? Is Elder Cheney coming down?

Chale Cheney quickly sat up straight, pretending he hadn’t heard.

“Butler Santana, my desk mate is called Little Dahlia. I saw her father for the first time yesterday; he’s so handsome! He looks so young! Her father can also cook; he brought a lot of things he made himself for Little Dahlia. They were delicious!”

Seeing Sylvan coming downstairs, Butler Santana responded perfunctorily, “That’s very impressive.”

“Right? He also folded a little bear for me, at school, I’ll bring it home today after school,” Chale Cheney said. “It’s so cute! Her daddy is so amazing! I hope her daddy comes often.”

“Why?” Butler Santana asked.

“Hmm, because if he comes often, he’ll notice I’m also well-behaved, and then he might like me and take me back to his home to raise.”

“Uh…”

Butler Santana sneakily glanced at Sylvan.

She didn’t dare respond to Chale’s remarks and remained silent.

Sylvan walked down the stairs, fastening his shirt buttons, his expression somber, “Chale Cheney, don’t overstep.”

Chale Cheney snorted, “Little Dahlia’s dad is better than you.”

Sylvan didn’t respond, heading straight to the dining table.

His expression remained dark.

Butler Santana quickly brought Sylvan his steaming coffee and breakfast.

Chale Cheney sat on the sofa swaying his little legs, hmm, so happy.

“Dad, can I go see Jasy after school tonight? Is she in the hospital?”

Sylvan did not respond.

“Dad, is that okay?” Chale Cheney blinked at him. “Baby was wrong, dad is the best in the world, and Little Dahlia’s dad can only be second. Baby was wrong, would you let baby go see Jasy?”

Chale Cheney thought Elder Cheney was angry.

Sylvan still did not respond.

Chale Cheney became anxious, he hopped off the sofa and ran to Sylvan’s side.