Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 801 - : Everyone in Cheney Residence Calls Her Miss Smallie

Chapter 801: Chapter 801: Everyone in Cheney Residence Calls Her Miss Smallie

He was in the hospital, moving with ease; no one dared to block his path.

Spencer Childe walked steadily ahead, and no one dared make a sound.

Chale Cheney followed Charles Mcintosh, heading straight to the rest area.

When they reached the door, Spencer Childe had someone take Chale Cheney away, while he and Charles Mcintosh went inside alone.

“Report the situation to me,” Spencer Childe sat down, a cup of freshly brewed green tea at his hand.

Charles Mcintosh nodded, not daring to defy Spencer Childe, and recounted the events to him.

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But, he did not mention Jasmine Yale.

He simply said that in the end, Yolanda Fern had escaped, and Mr. Cheney had already dispatched people to track her down.

“Elder Childe, you can trust Mr. Cheney; Yolanda Fern will definitely be caught,” Charles Mcintosh said.

“His people are so incompetent? They can’t even keep an eye on a child?”

“An oversight amongst a hundred precautions,” Charles Mcintosh responded flatly.

“Incompetence is incompetence. Don’t make excuses for him, and now even letting her escape. If my men were in Landon, this would never have happened!”

Charles Mcintosh stayed silent.

He couldn’t help but internally criticize. You took Yolanda Fern’s medicine for several years, yet failed to realize it was a slow-acting poison.

However, the old man’s temper had only grown stubborn with age, and Charles Mcintosh didn’t plan to reason with him.

“When I came to the hospital earlier, I found Chale Cheney playing with a girl. How could you let him carelessly play with other children? If something else happened, could you bear the responsibility?” Spencer Childe berated Charles Mcintosh fiercely.

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“I was negligent, but Chale is still young and should not be too harshly judged.”

“What were you doing when you were three years old?”

“…”

“Is he too young?” Spencer Childe said. “Charles Mcintosh, you are responsible for contacting the people at the Lonton training ground and sending Chale Cheney there as soon as possible.”

“Elder Childe, about this matter, it requires Mr. Cheney’s instructions.”

“You’re ignoring my words now?”

“It’s not that I’m ignoring them, it’s that I dare not overstep Mr. Cheney.”

“Have you all grown wings now?” Spencer Childe, furious, struck the ground with his walking stick, and the rest area echoed with “thud, thud” sounds. “Don’t forget, when you all were young, who ensured you all had smooth sailing!”

Charles Mcintosh didn’t speak again.

When he and Sylvan Cheney were young, they were both sent to the Lonton training ground.

Elder Childe had indeed treated him and his father generously.

Spencer Childe trembled with anger. Seeing Charles Mcintosh’s protective attitude made him even more furious.

“Charles Mcintosh, who is Jasy?” Spencer Childe changed the subject.

He was not so easily deceived. Chale Cheney had just mentioned the name “Jasy,” and Charles Mcintosh hadn’t mentioned it at all.

“Why do you suddenly ask this?” Charles Mcintosh’s expression didn’t change; it seemed Chale had let something slip.

“Is it Jasmine Yale, the girl who grew up in the Cheney Residence? The one picked up from the street?” Spencer Childe’s eyes were sharp with coldness.

He had seen Jasmine Yale in Sinkapore.

That girl had the same temperament as Sylvan Cheney and could infuriate Spencer to no end.

No manners, no courtesy!

Charles Mcintosh remained silent, quiet.

“What exactly is the relationship between Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale?” Spencer Childe pressed.

Of course, Charles Mcintosh wouldn’t say and instead calmly stated, “I’m not entirely sure. As for Jasmine Yale in the Cheney Residence, she might as well be a servant, but because of her young age, the people there all call her ‘Smallie.'”

“Is that so? Charles Mcintosh, you’re becoming less and less honest by the day, only obeying Sylvan, unwilling to speak a word of truth to me,” Spencer Childe’s anger grew more intense, fiery flames burning in his cloudy eyes which fumed and blazed stronger and stronger.

From Sylvan Cheney to Charles Mcintosh, not one of them took him seriously.