Yolanda dropped the bag in her hand and rushed to Sylvan's side, wrapping her arm around his waist.
"Mr. Cheney, where are you hurt? How could this happen? I heard it was Teagan who did this, is that true?"
Yolanda lifted her head, looking at Sylvan with searing eyes.
Underneath, tears swirled, eyes swollen and red.
"I'm fine," Sylvan responded nonchalantly.
"Mr. Cheney, you're lying to me! How can you be okay! Have the doctors checked on you? What did they say? I received news that you and grandfather's car went off a cliff, I couldn't believe it! I just couldn't!"
Yolanda was losing control of her emotions, tears streaming down her face.
Her makeup was smeared, and she was crying heavily.
The whole living room was filled only with Yolanda's sobs.
