Lilac Serval had been gone for a while, but her presence lingered in the living room.
In the courtyard, Yolanda Fern gathered her shawl around her and quietly walked back inside.
Her burgundy sweater emphasised her fair skin, gentle and soft, reminiscent of a willow in the March breeze.
The beauty of Yolanda was entirely different from that of Lilac.
Chris Fern wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the living room.
"Who would have thought that Lilac Serval turns out to be Chale Cheney's birth mother. After all this searching, we finally found her." Yolanda commented nonchalantly, "She's such a cold-hearted woman, devoid of any emotions."
Having said that, she chuckled.
Now, she herself was also cold-hearted in nature.
"I'm surprised Sylvan Cheney would fall for such a woman," Yolanda laughed.
As Yolanda conversed with Chris, he furrowed his brow but remained silent.
His warm hand rested on her shoulder.
