"Is it not enough that I've already compromised? Sylvan Cheney, Yolanda has already suffered enough. Will you not show her any mercy?" Chris Fern erupted angrily.
It was only when he spoke of Yolanda that an array of emotions surfaced on his face.
Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
He seemed more like a living being then.
Perhaps… Yolanda was indeed the sole reason for him to carry on living.
To love someone to this extent, it indeed elicited sighs from people.
"It appears you too understand the kind of offenses committed here lead only to a dead-end," Sylvan's voice sounded detached.
"But you and grandfather are still alive, are you not? If you're still alive, why can't you forgive her… let me bear all her sins… won't that work…" Chris Fern was suddenly sobered by sorrow.
He couldn't imagine what it'd be like if Yolanda were to die...
No, if she were to die, he would follow her to the grave.
As they had promised, in heaven or in hell, they would always be together.
