Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 78: Chapter 078: Deserve No Love from Women

Translator: 549690339

Soon, the kindergarten warmly welcomed the start of the school year.

Since that night, Chale Cheney had ignored Sylvan Cheney for quite a few days.

Every time Sylvan came home, he deliberately avoided him, even going as far as to slam his room door shut in Sylvan’s face.

Sylvan Cheney gritted his teeth in anger.

If it hadn’t been for the start of school, Chale wouldn’t want to speak to Sylvan.

“Young master, once you arrive at school you must obey the teacher and be friendly with the other children,” Butler Santana strictly reminded.

“I know.”

Chale agreed as he ate his breakfast.

Sylvan had already eaten, he was now sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

It was the first day of school and also Chale’s official start, so Sylvan planned to personally drop him off.

“Young master, if anything happens, you should give me a call. Don’t wander around the school grounds,” Butler Santana reminded again.

“Mmm.”

Chale obediently ate his breakfast.

“Butler Santana,” Sylvan put down the paper.

“Mr. Cheney, I’m present,” Butler Santana walked over respectfully.

“Get Tomer over here, I have some things to assign.”

“Okay.”

Butler Santana walked out, and soon after, Butler Tomer walked in.

Sylvan crossed his legs, his expression solemn.

“Butler Tomer, you’ve grown old, it’s time for you to enjoy your retirement.

From now on, all major and minor affairs of the Cheney Residence are to be handed over to Butler Santana,” Sylvan instructed.

“Mr. Cheney, I have been in the Cheney Residence for over thirty years, I’m very familiar with everything here. Butler Santana, on the other hand, just came back from the U.S.,” Tomer hurriedly tried to defend himself.

Butler Santana was also surprised. She thought she would have to step back after returning to the U.S.

Contrary to her expectations, Mr. Cheney made such arrangements.

“Butler Tomer, you’re old now. It’s better if you handle fewer things,” Sylvan’s voice was indifferent.

“Mr. Cheney, I…”

“Starting from today, duties will be officially handed over,” Sylvan cut Butler Tomer off.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

Both Butler Tomer and Butler Santana were unable to argue and could only nod.

“Butler Santana, while the Cheney Residence welcomes guests, not everyone is allowed to enter. From now on, anyone who comes should report to me immediately,” Sylvan commanded coldly.

Hearing his father reprimanding others, Chale dared not utter a sound.

“Yes,” Butler Santana nodded.

Butler Tomer didn’t quite understand Sylvan’s meaning. She hadn’t let strangers in, except… Lana Fern.

Lana Fern was a member of the Fern family, she wouldn’t be considered a stranger, right?

“You can leave now.”

“Yes.” Both Tomer and Santana left together.

Chale didn’t say anything, but he did prefer Butler Santana.

Butler Tomer was so scary.

“What’s with the daze, you better eat quickly!” Sylvan glared at Chale.

“…”Chale Cheney was wronged.

Being fierce to him again, it wasn’t fun at all.

If he had a mother, she would certainly protect him. And she definitely wouldn’t let Elder Cheney be so mean to him.

His mom would definitely pamper him, treating him like the apple of her eye.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

Elder Cheney’s behavior only meant he deserved to have no woman love him.

“I do not want to eat anymore.”

Chale was so angry that he put down his chopsticks and stormed off with his little short legs.

“Spoiled!” Sylvan also stood up.

This little one had been throwing tantrums at him more than once.

Chale hopped onto Elder Cheney’s Rolls-Royce and sat quietly in the back on his own.

The sun was shining brightly, but he was not happy.

And he heard school wasn’t fun anyway.

Because a heavy rainstorm had occurred a few days prior, temperatures had dropped considerably. Although the sun shone brilliantly, the morning was slightly chilly.

Sylvan wore a black suit jacket and got into the driver’s seat.

As the car started, both occupants remained silent.

After a while, Chale couldn’t hold it back anymore and broke the silence.

“Dad, where did you pick me up from?”

Sylvan’s hand on the wheel paused slightly, huh?