There was tenderness mixed with affection in his voice.
"Put Chale down, I can offer you some money, enough for you to run away with Chris Fern." Sylvan Cheney spoke in a calm manner.
Hearing Sylvan's voice, Yolanda Fern collected her thoughts.
"I don't believe you." Yolanda snorted coldly, "I've seen just how deep your scheming can go."
Considering what she did to Chale Cheney and Spencer Childe, even if Sylvan Cheney let her off, Spencer Childe would never let her go.
This, she understood better than anyone else.
Her hands no longer trembled as she positioned the sharp knife accurately against Chale's neck.
In the cold weather, Chale's small face had already turned red from the freezing temperature.
The little one was uncomfortable and blinked his eyes.
For a moment, the situation was in a stalemate..
Neither of them was willing to back down or compromise.