Chapter 796: Chapter 796: Becoming Our Daughter-in-law
“Mr. Cheney, open the back door.” Jasmine Yale urged anxiously.
Little Chale is becoming unrecognizable!
“Jasmine Yale, do you know there’s a mountain not far away?” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
“I know.” She had been to this kindergarten before, of course she knew.
This kindergarten catered to the elite, with not only convenient transportation but also beautiful scenery.
The protected forest nearby served as a natural oxygen bar for the kindergarten, with a superb environment, surrounded by mountains and clear waters.
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“Have you ever thought about what would happen if Yolanda Fern jumped off with you?” Sylvan Cheney asked pressing her, his gaze ice-cold.
Jasmine Yale was slightly startled, shaking her head blankly.
She had not thought about it… She had not thought about anything.
All she knew was that the priority was to save Chale Cheney.
“Jasmine Yale, you don’t consider your own safety, do you?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her, his voice clear, cold, and indifferent, but filled with helplessness.
“You’ll save me, won’t you…” Jasmine suddenly smiled.
He would come to rescue her, wouldn’t he?
“Sylvan Cheney, leave the kindergarten after opening the door. After fifteen minutes, come find Chale Cheney.” Yolanda Fern said coldly, “Remember your promise, if you dare touch Chris and Lana, I’ll never let you go, even as a ghost.”
Her eyes were filled with indifference and bloodshot.
She tied up Chale Cheney, and step by step, she descended from the Ferris wheel.
Her hands had frozen red, limbs icy, but the dagger stayed steady on Chale Cheney’s carotid artery.
“Mr. Cheney, step back, I’ll go with her.” Jasmine Yale said.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t move.
Yolanda Fern was impatient. She jabbed the tip of the dagger into Chale Cheney’s neck, and soon, blood droplets trickled down from Chale Cheney’s white neck.
Chale Cheney grimaced in pain but couldn’t make a sound!
“Yolanda Fern!” Jasmine Yale called out anxiously, “Don’t hurt Chale Cheney!”
“Sylvan Cheney, are you leaving or not? If not, this dagger’s not going to be picky!” Yolanda Fern said impatiently.
Jasmine Yale pushed Sylvan Cheney: “I’ll be alright. Didn’t you say this bracelet will keep me safe?”
She raised her hand, on her wrist was the jade bracelet that Sylvan Cheney had given her, a family heirloom from Sylvan’s mother.
As Jasmine Yale lifted her wrist, Yolanda Fern also saw the bracelet on her hand!
The bracelet belonged to Qiana Childe!
She remembered when she was very young, Qiana Childe had teased her: “Yolanda, do you like Auntie’s bracelet? It’s meant to be passed down to my daughter-in-law. If you like it, you should marry into our family.”
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She remembered it clearly, it was this very bracelet.
Now, this bracelet intended for the daughter-in-law was on Jasmine Yale’s hand!
A wave of realization swept over Yolanda Fern!
Yolanda Fern cast a cold glance at Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney, dragged Chale Cheney off the Ferris wheel, and headed to the back.
Chale Cheney couldn’t walk quickly and was being dragged along in pain by Yolanda Fern.
Why was she treating him so? Wasn’t this Aunt Yolanda he knew.
The Aunt Yolanda he knew was very kind to him, sang songs for him, cheered him up, and was particularly gentle.
It wasn’t her. It wasn’t her!
Chale Cheney couldn’t accept this reality. His three-and-a-half-year-old mind… couldn’t comprehend it.
He truly didn’t understand anything.
His neck hurt and felt something cool sliding down.
The little one sniffed his nose, smelling the scent of blood. It seemed like his own blood.
It hurt.
Chale Cheney’s small body was dragged by Yolanda Fern without any mercy, his arm pinched with several purplish marks, deep and shallow, shocking to the eye.
He had also lost a shoe, the small foot wearing only a sock stepping on the ground.