Under the sun, everyone's faces were coated in a thin layer of gold.
Little Chale Cheney was staring tightly at Uncle Mcintosh, his eyes full of longing.
Charles Mcintosh felt a tightening in his chest when he saw Chale Cheney's pitiful gaze. It was as if a hand was gripping it, making his breathing somewhat rushed.
Lilac Serval, squinting her eyes towards Yolanda Fern on the Ferris wheel, spoke gravely: "Yolanda, let Chale Cheney go. Whatever your demands are, state them."
The volume of Lilac Serval wasn't loud, but Yolanda Fern could hear her perfectly clear.
Yolanda stared at Lilac's stunning face, coldly chuckling.
She should have guessed earlier, Lilac Serval was Sylvan Cheney's woman.
From locating Lilac Serval to going to the property notary office for paternity verification, everything was too smooth.
It was nothing more than a trap set up by Sylvan Cheney, waiting for her and Chris Fern to jump into it.
Regrettably, they couldn't see the wood for the trees.
