Chapter 116: Chale Cheney is her biological son

Sylvan Cheney had his back to her, his face unreadable.

However, she could feel the chill emanating from him.

It was cold, even colder than the autumn night.

With one hand on the stair railing, Yolanda Fern hesitated before speaking: "I'm leaving tomorrow, take care of yourself. I don't know when we'll meet again."

Her face was pale, and she pressed a hand to her chest.

"If you truly have affection for Chale, you can adopt him as your godson," Sylvan said casually.

He didn't turn his head, his gaze settling on the wall ahead.

Yolanda, her hand over her heart, smiled a bitter, mocking smile...

A godson.

Ha, a godson.

"Sylvan, I am fond of Chale, indeed, and he is fond of me too. Tonight, he grabbed my hand and called me 'mom'. He's so young, it's pitiful...abandoned by his biological parents at birth."

Yolanda's voice faltered, two tears slipping from her eyes.

"Don't take the words of a child so seriously."