Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: Why is the Truth Like This……

“I used to love him very much, but he didn’t love me. What could I do?” Yolanda Fern brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear.

Yet her eyes showed no great waves of emotion.

It was as if she was discussing an irrelevant person.

“But you can’t behave like this!” Jasmine Yale first sensed what it was like to keep her soldiers marching forward, “Mr. Cheney is now disabled, he is already in so much pain…”

Saying it, Jasmine suddenly widened her eyes and covered her mouth in fear.

“Did he get into trouble in T City? Did you have a hand in it?”

Jasmine feeled startled by this distressing realization.

The idea flashed through her mind for just a moment, but it stopped her cold.

Otherwise, how could Yolanda be so clear about everything?

Jasmine’s eyes showed signs of fragmentation, as if a porcelain dish had shattered with a ‘clang.’

Chaos ensued.

She stands frozen in place!

“I haven’t done much, merely tampered with the steering wheel, it should not be a problem. He should survive the landslide, after all; his luck is out of this world.” Yolanda chuckled, “Last time in Lonton there was a massive accident, everyone died but him. He managed to survive despite his disability, he really is lucky.”

Jasmine’s vision turned black, her head… uncontrollably spinning.

She was unsteady on her feet.

Staggering, she clung to the armrest of a bench for support, gasping for breath.

A landslide and a tampered steering wheel … no matter how lucky Sylvan Cheney was, he wouldn’t survive.

Moreover, he couldn’t move well, how was he supposed to escape?

The woman standing before her … she is terrifying.

If she would even plot against Sylvan Cheney, was there anything she wouldn’t do?

“You were involved in the Lonton accident as well?” Jasmine managed to keep her calm.

“It has nothing to do with me, it was Teagan Cheney’s idea, I just learned about it in advance and didn’t tell Mr. Cheney and my grandfather.” said Yolanda.

Yolanda did not hesitate to discuss these things in front of Jasmine.

In her eyes, Jasmine was too meek, she was like an ant, she didn’t even need to lift a finger.

“All your scheming is just for Mr. Cheney’s wealth?” Jasmine couldn’t believe it.

She couldn’t comprehend Yolanda’s actions.

What’s so great about some estate?

Can one even spend all that money? And it was ill-gotten wealth, could she sleep peacefully?

What is a woman going to do with all these possessions?

“If Sylvan Cheney was willing to show me a smidgeon of affection, I wouldn’t have needed to devise any of these schemes.” Yolanda said with a hint of indifference, “Unfortunately, he doesn’t love me, he has never loved me. Moreover, I detest the people of the Cheney family, Jasmine, you will never be able to comprehend what I’ve been through.”

Memories of over twenty years ago suddenly resurfaced.

Like a boogie man, they were springing up and down.

Tormenting her mind.

Causing excruciating pain.

“His love was for Lilac Serval, right?” Jasmine pointed to the strange woman.

“I don’t care who he loves.” Yolanda’s face was impassive.

Jasmine hazily looked at her, and if it wasn’t for her own explicit words, she could never have linked the kind and gentle woman in front of her with the word “evil”.

The most fearful kind of evil was that which remained hidden.

Jasmine felt her blood running cold, her heart thumped in her chest wildly, her back was covered in cold sweat.

The woman in front of her had a gentleness to her, a delicate brow and eye, large dazzling eyes, high-bridged nose, cherry-red lips; she looked beautiful no matter which way you looked at it.

Moreover, prior to this, Yolanda had been the epitome of the perfect wife and mother in her heart.

She had seen her gentle side before.

Standing with little Chaley, a picture of motherly love.

Why was the truth like this…