Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1243: This Time, Probably Unavoidable Disaster

Chapter 1243: Chapter 1243: This Time, Probably Unavoidable Disaster

She was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

What’s so funny?

Before Charles Mcintosh could speak, Lilac Serval indifferently said, "Mr. Cheney loves Miss Yale very much, it’s impossible for him to have a child with another woman. This is a matter of bottom lines and principles."

"I’ve always felt that Chale Cheney, besides resembling Mr. Cheney, looks like someone else—that is Jasmine."

"Chale Cheney is almost five now; he’s grown and his eyes, don’t even get me started on how much they resemble Jasmine’s. Double eyelids, long eyelashes, and bright and sparkling."

"I was never sure before, and when I asked you, you never told me. But I know, you certainly are aware, of what you are to Mr. Cheney."

"After this incident, I’m now certain."

Lilac Serval expressed all the thoughts that were in her mind in one breath.

She looked into Charles Mcintosh’s eyes, waiting for his confirmation.

Charles Mcintosh surely knew the truth; he was Sylvan Cheney’s right-hand man, and many of Sylvan’s affairs were handled by him.

But Charles merely smiled faintly and casually dropped two words: "Your guess."

Having said that, he turned and left the balcony.

Lilac Serval was infuriated, she watched Charles’s dimming silhouette and shouted, "Guess my ass!"

Charles laughed and left.

His heavy footsteps gradually receded in the Cheney Residence, blending with the sound of the rain until they were no longer audible.

At the entrance, Charles Mcintosh opened an umbrella and walked out.

Lilac Serval pushed open the balcony window to watch his figure disappear into the curtain of rain.

As the window opened, rain splashed onto her face, but Lilac Serval didn’t seem to notice.

Charles Mcintosh walked out of the Cheney Residence; coincidentally, Butler Santana was returning from grocery shopping. Charles nodded at him and drove off towards the Cheney Family.

It rained heavily all the way.

Rain like this in winter was undoubtedly both wet and cold.

He was a bit worried about Sylvan Cheney’s health.

That year, with Jasmine Yale not in Landon, Sylvan Cheney didn’t make a single call to Jasmine. He became increasingly silent, relying solely on nicotine and alcohol to numb his nerves.

No matter how good one’s physique is, it can’t withstand such torment.

He had advised many times, to no avail.

Charles Mcintosh turned on the windshield wipers, but the rain kept streaming down the glass.

Inside the car, the sound of the howling north wind and the rain could be heard at all times.

Landon hadn’t seen such heavy rain in a long time.

The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds densely packed, daytime as if it were night.

By this time, Sylvan Cheney should have arrived at the courthouse.

During this period, Sylvan Cheney had lost a lot of weight—such a sight was new to Charles Mcintosh.

Originally, he had already dismissed all the servants from the Cheney Residence, but Butler Santana refused to leave, staying to care for Sylvan.

Butler Santana had secretly told him that they could still see the lights on in Sylvan’s room at night.

Occasionally, they would even find traces of blood in the sink.

Charles Mcintosh was at a loss; he knew that Sylvan had only one cure, and no one else could remedy it.

Ever since a year ago when Sylvan pushed Jasmine Yale away, it was destined that there would be no cure for Sylvan in this lifetime.

Even if he were incurable and at death’s door, he would still create a safe haven for Jasmine Yale, ensuring she lived carefree and secure, even if it meant pushing her into someone else’s arms, he would not allow her to be troubled.

He took on all the rights and wrongs, all the blame, alone.

Charles Mcintosh sighed.

But this time, it was probably inescapable.

If there were any way at all, Sylvan would not have pushed Jasmine Yale away like this.

Smuggling is a serious crime.

Once Yacob Harry brought out the evidence, Sylvan would not be able to evade a decade in prison.

The best outcome, perhaps... would be him serving the sentence in Sylvan’s stead.

Charles Mcintosh actually had no objections.

But if he truly had to spend ten years in prison, by the time he got out, Little Lilac would be of marriageable age...

(Everyone, have a happy National Day! Enjoy the eight-day-long holiday~)