"No matter what I said, he didn't believe me. In his eyes, I, his own grandchild, was completely worthless." Sylvan Cheney chuckled again.
When Sylvan chuckled, his handsome face embodied the charm that only mature men have.
Chris Fern suddenly understood something!
Terror flickered in his eyes, unable to be concealed by his mask.
He suddenly understood... what it meant to be utterly defeated.
"Spencer Childe is still alive???" Chris Fern incredulously looked at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan tapped off his cigarette ash, squinting: "Hmm, want to see your grandpa? He used to dote on you and Yolanda so much."
Even more than his own grandchild.
Knowing that Yolanda had suffered so much and suffered the most brutal harm, coupled with Qiana Childe's dying wish, his good deeds for Yolanda were to the extreme.
Taking her to learn painting, attend exhibitions, and providing for their three siblings' education and employment.
