She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 217: A Slap In Emelia'S Face

Chapter 217: A Slap in Emelia's Face

He had never taken the girl's words to heart, treating her like any other person who wanted to be Mrs. Foley. Shameless. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Two years later, his grandfather suddenly forced him to propose to the Lawrence family.

Kelvin's life was all about work during that period of career growth, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was work.

Marriage was still too early for him, and he didn't want to marry a woman he had never met and didn't love under pressure from his elders.

On the day he arrived at the Lawrence Villa and saw Cheyenne, Kelvin felt that she wasn't suitable as his wife.

She was too young, only eighteen years old, while he was already a mature socialite.

Even if he was getting married, what he needed was a dignified and elegant wife who could accompany him to banquets with grace and poise, not an ill-mannered girl with yellow hair who wore flip-flops and couldn't sit or stand properly.

Abbie even said that Cheyenne barely passed her college entrance exams by one point while she dominated Akloit High School as its notorious school bully during high school days. George required one hundred million as bride price, which left Kelvin with an impression of greediness in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why his grandpa insisted that he should marry someone who wasn't worthy of being part of the Foley family.

Even if his grandpa disliked Abbie, there were plenty of suitable heiresses for Kelvin but definitely not someone useless like Cheyenne!

Being forced into marriage made him feel uncomfortable from start till end; thus it resulted in fewer visits back home over three years where Cheyenne replaced him beside Grandpa instead.

He didn't even know that his grandpa's health condition worsened!

Old Mr. Foley sighed heavily beside him, pulling Kelvin back into reality. Jonathan looked at them both pleadingly.

Kelvin softened slightly towards Jonathan. "Mr. Owen, please help treat my grandfather. I'll offer you any price."

Jonathan seemed surprised by this sudden change in Kelvin's attitude but thought perhaps Kelvin had filial piety towards old Mr. Foley despite being cold-hearted towards others.

"Over these past three years, my junior has been making medicine pills and acupuncture treatment for old Mr. Foley..."

Old Mr. Foley gave a bitter smile and stood up with his cane. "Cheyenne and Kelvin have divorced, that stubborn girl would rather leave with nothing than stay. I feel guilty, it's not right to continue to trouble her."

Jonathan understood, realizing that the pills had been used up and old Mr. Foley's illness was relapsing.

"But only she can temporarily relieve your illness. Well, your Foley family don't know how to appreciate her kindness. Serves you right!"

From their conversation, they received another shocking news: Cheyenne not only knew medicine but was even better than Jonathan.

Kelvin remained silent for a while, guilt and regret flashed across his cold face as he held onto his grandfather's wrist calmly.

"Grandpa, why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you? You're busy every day without even seeing your shadow around here! Besides, just take care of Miss Berry of yours instead! I have Cheyenne taking care of me. But look at what you've done. You make her leave!"

Over the past three years, he had been running around for Abbie's illness while knowing nothing about his grandfather's condition.

Cheyenne had taken care of his grandfather for three years while he spent those same three years taking care of the other woman...

Kelvin fell silent.

He thought he didn't owe her anything but now realized that in this marriage he was actually the biggest jerk.

"How is that possible? I don't believe it! Cheyenne never went to college, so how could she possibly know medicine?" Emelia felt embarrassed whenever she thought about that woman; like being crushed by someone more powerful than herself.

She should be shining bright as Miss Foley; everyone should be praising her!

Jonathan rolled his eyes again before crossing his arms, coldly saying, "I never expected such short-sightedness and jealousy from such a young lady."

"Nowadays education means nothing! Truly capable people wouldn't give two cents about some graduation certificate? Two years ago during an epidemic, she led the hospital research team through it together; who knows how many lives were saved because of her."

"She's low-profiled and lazy. Otherwise, I'm willing to hand over my position as director to her."

As soon as Jonathan's words fell, old Mr. Foley added, "For these past three years, I've been taking pills made personally by Cheyenne. Every half month, she would give me acupuncture treatment, or else I would have died long ago."

The servant reported to Kelvin that Cheyenne did indeed go to the Foley Mansion every half month. But Kelvin believed she was going there to complain to his grandfather, because every time she came back, his grandfather would remind him to take good care of Cheyenne.

His "care" naturally escalated into bullying, but Cheyenne always smiled and welcomed his anger, even when he intentionally humiliated her in bed.

He firmly believed that Cheyenne was a money-loving woman who could not live without him and therefore dared to act so recklessly. But everything was wrong. From the moment she agreed to divorce him, she had given up on himself.

Vincent dragged Emelia away and stepped forward to apologize to Jonathan, "Mr. Owen, don't be angry. My sister has been spoiled since childhood." As he spoke, a few beads on his wrist were exposed.

Jonathan stared at his wrist for a long time.

These beads seemed exactly the same as the beads held in Eddie's hand.

Vincent followed his gaze and quickly pulled down his sleeve to cover the bracelet with a harmless smile on his face as if nothing had happened.

A cold killing intent flashed in Vincent's eyes before disappearing instantly.

"Mr. Owen, what are you looking at?"

Jonathan snapped out of it and withdrew his gaze with great confusion in mind.

He wasn't sure whether he saw read it wrong.

Vincent had just been acknowledged as part of the Foley family and never seen Eddie before. How could he be the one who harmed Eddie?

"Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking about old Mr. Foley's illness. Maybe you should ask for help from the Edwards family."

Old Mr. Foley sighed deeply, gazing at Kelvin sadly, "Forget it, I hurt Cheyenne again for your sake. I can't bear to beg her for help. Just let nature take its course."

"I'll go find her," Kelvin finally came around and made up his mind.

"Forget it. Cheyenne is probably still mad right now. She doesn't want to see you. I won't die anytime soon. You're too hot-headed. If you confront her like this, it will only make things worse."

"No, I will talk nicely with her."

"Fine, but let me make myself clear. You can no longer bully her anymore," old Mr. Foley warned.

Kelvin thought of the coin by the bedside. His lips twitched. Who bullied whom? So unfair!