"Or what? Take care of you like a mature man?" Chris' voice softened.
Yolanda's eyes darkened, revealing an unfathomable depth.
She lowered her head, a strand of hair falling by her ear.
The wind stirred, rippling the waters of the spring pool.
"Chris," Yolanda changed the subject, "Who do you think is Chale Cheney's biological mother?"
On the other end, Chris furrowed his brows.
"Mr. Cheney is also looking, isn't he? He has been looking for so long and hasn't found her, that woman is probably dead."
"From what I know, Mr. Cheney isn't a man who leads a messed up private life."
"But Mr. Cheney has had a few women in Landon over the years; that's normal, isn't it?" Chris remained unconcerned.
"You're right." Yolanda withdrew her thoughts, "It's just that, this woman Jasmine Yale is quite cunning. Her getting close to Chale Cheney, I fear she may be up to something."
"She is just a dog raised in the Cheney Residence, what schemes could she have?"
