Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Burned Sylvan Cheney’s Fingers

Chale Cheney cried heart-wrenchingly all the way, and by the time he arrived at the airport, he was too exhausted to make another sound.

He just lay there silently, not saying a word anymore.

Sometimes, Lilac Serval called out to him, but he didn’t respond.

By the time they left the VIP parking lot, Chale Cheney had pitifully fallen asleep in Lilac Serval’s arms.

The little guy was soft and quiet.

It was the first time Lilac Serval had such close contact with a child, and she was somewhat caught off guard, not quite knowing how to interact with children.

“Little Chale Cheney,” Lilac Serval called out.

The little guy did not wake up, his hand clutching her clothes.

A tender spot in Lilac Serval’s heart was touched, and although she hadn’t liked children before, she suddenly wanted to get closer to Chale Cheney.

She picked up Chale Cheney and carried him out of the car.

Lilac Serval’s soft, long hair hung down, and her movements were very gentle, careful not to wake the little one in her arms.

It was better that he was asleep.

That way, by the time he woke up, they would have already arrived in Lonton.

Lilac Serval felt sorry for the little guy; he hadn’t even had a chance to look at Jasmine Yale one last time, nor had he been able to say goodbye to his kindergarten classmates, and he couldn’t attend the parent-child activity scheduled for next week.

He had said it was his first time participating in such an event and was really looking forward to it.

It must have been fun.

But now, all that was gone.

All he could do was go to Lonton.

Lilac Serval sighed and gently ruffled the little guy’s hair.

She carried him towards the lounge.

There was half an hour left until the plane took off.

…

In a corner of the hospital.

Underneath a tall banyan tree, the north wind was harsh, and sunlight shone directly down from above.

The sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting a serene landscape painting on the ground.

The painting featured trees, leaves, and a person.

Sylvan Cheney, dressed in a long black coat, leaned against the tree trunk, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Smoke swirled around, his solitary figure emerging.

He squinted his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed straight ahead, yet deep shadows lurked beneath his eyes.

The smoke drifted with the wind, saturating the air with the scent of cigarettes.

Sylvan Cheney’s other hand was tucked in his coat pocket, his legs crossed as he leaned against the tree trunk.

He had been maintaining this posture since dawn.

At his feet lay a pile of cigarette butts.

This was one of the most secluded areas of the hospital, and from morning until now, he had been standing there alone in silence.

Sylvan’s deep facial features were calm, his eyes mixing with a turbulent undercurrent.

“Daddy…”

The childlike voice rang in his ear.

Sylvan inhaled sharply on his cigarette and closed his eyes.

Yet, he could not suppress the voice in his ear, which even became clearer.

“Daddy…”

Sylvan raised his hand and rubbed his furrowed brow, his gaze looking ahead.

Off in the distance, the scenery was desolate, with bare trees, continuous dying grass, and a few peeling chairs.

The grassland was expansive, the sky wide.

A child bounced across the grassland, the little guy wearing a tender yellow sweater, his skin fair, his large eyes bright and round.

The child spread his arms wide and ran swiftly towards him!

A flash of brightness flickered in Sylvan’s eyes.

But, just as the little guy was about to reach Sylvan, he suddenly disappeared.

Gone.

The cigarette burnt Sylvan’s fingers, and he diverted his gaze and deep thoughts, drawing harshly on his cigarette again.

A heavy burden weighed on his chest.

Like raging waves, incessant and overwhelming.

After a long while, Sylvan raised his wrist to check the time.

Nine o’clock, the plane had already taken off.

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