The underground passageway fell into silence.
Quiet and undisturbed, without a hint of sound.
Sylvan Cheney dragged on his cigarette, his gaze constantly fixed on Chris Fern's face, an inscrutable gloom reflected in his deep eyes.
Charles Mcintosh stood by Sylvan's side, a complex sensation stirring within him.
So many emotions intertwined.
When his father was killed in a massacre more than two decades ago, he was just a child.
Back then, he was already at Sylvan's side and couldn't calm down for a long time after hearing about Yolanda Fern's affairs.
Later, Sylvan, following Qiana Childe's last wishes, treated Yolanda well. He had always treated her like a younger sister.
If not for these feelings, he would not have lied to Sylvan for Yolanda's sake three years ago.
Just as Sylvan had said, these sentiments couldn't be used as a get-out-of-jail-free card.
If you commit a crime, you must face the punishment.
