Chapter 714: The Two Most Important People in His Life

He was already frail and thin, now crouched on the ground, he looked like a cat.

Charles Mcintosh sighed.

He was too young.

He had a happy future ahead of him, but he ruined it himself, and still didn't realize it.

"Mr. Cheney, please spare Yolanda, I will agree to anything you ask," Chris Fern made his last struggle.

He raised his head, his tear-stained eyes looking at Sylvan Cheney.

At the bottom of his eyes, all confidence was lost, replaced with despair.

He was pleading with Sylvan Cheney.

Yesterday, he was even celebrating Sylvan Cheney's death, but today he was pleading with Sylvan Cheney.

"Impossible," Sylvan Cheney responded plainly with these three words.

He had given them chances again and again, even until a few days ago.

If they had backed off and didn't move forward, perhaps he wouldn't make them pay such a heavy price.

He knew what Yolanda Fern had gone through, but he had also said that it wasn't an immunity symbol.