Sylvan Cheney had to admit, Yolanda Fern was smarter than Chris Fern.
Now, the only vulnerability he had exposed was Chale Cheney.
And Yolanda knew how to strike at his most vulnerable, threatening him with Chale.
The little guy's eyes were full of fear, he stared at Sylvan Cheney with an expression of pitiful dread.
Sylvan Cheney's heart skipped a beat.
But he still suppressed it, keeping his face calm.
"I'm here, what do you want to say?" Sylvan Cheney's voice was low and heavy.
Yolanda looked at Sylvan Cheney who came unscathed; her mouth curled in derision.
All those tales of severe disability, the wheelchair, were just tricks and traps to lure her in!
It had been several days since she had last seen Sylvan Cheney. It was a rainy day when she went with him to the cemetery, longing for Spencer Childe…
Ha, the cemetery was a lie, and Spencer Childe was not dead.
Knowing the truth was too late.
