Chapter 292: Chale Cheney is not a Bastard

"How many times have I told you not to return to Landon!" Spencer Childe glared coldly at Sylvan Cheney, "Your foundation in the US is far more stable than in Landon!"

Even though Spencer Childe was in poor health, his words were strong and powerful when spoken.

As soon as he started speaking, the room became even quieter.

The servants did not dare to breathe, their heads hung low.

"The foundation is just part of my life." Sylvan's voice was indifferent.

"What about Yolanda? Why didn't you bring her back to Landon?"

Spencer Childe looked at Sylvan, a sharp light shining in his murky eyes.

"She has been in Lonton since she was little, and she fits in better there."

"When do you plan to marry Yolanda?" Spencer Childe pressed on.

Sylvan's face remained as calm as ever in the face of the change, with a slight smile on his lips, refined and cultured.

"I have my say on my marriage."