What had to come eventually arrived.
On that day, Sylvan Cheney was incredibly calm, his face bearing a maturity and indifference that belied his age.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't cry, but remained as still as a pool of water, undisturbed.
He handled Qiana Childe's funeral arrangements coolly and composedly, his fourteen-year-old shoulders bearing an immensely heavy burden.
It was then that Teagan Cheney finally came.
He saw Qiana Childe for the last time, said nothing, arriving in a hurry and leaving just as quickly.
Sylvan didn't call him "Father" again.
Spencer Childe also came; he constantly blamed him for not taking good care of his mother, for not looking after her, and grew increasingly distant from him.
Moreover, being Teagan Cheney's son and carrying his blood, Spencer felt even less fondness for him.
Just like that, in a short amount of time, Sylvan Cheney found himself abandoned by everyone, left with nothing.
