She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 327: Granduncle

Chapter 327: Granduncle

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone in the room.

Vincent stared at the silver needle embedded in the bedpost, his expression dark and uncertain, his gaze growing deeper.

Adrian, on the other hand, glanced at the bloodstain on his own face, turned around, and, with a smile, raised both his hands to remove his large black hat. He revealed a familiar face.

The menacing look in his eyes from earlier had been diluted somewhat by this smile, and he now looked like an ordinary elderly man you'd meet in a park or on the street, radiating warmth.

"Cheyenne, my dear niece, you've kept me in the dark quite," he said with a kind smile. "That needle you just threw, it takes at least ten years to master that level of precision."

Adrian couldn't help but wonder about something else, too. Who had really treated Master Iker for his leg condition? Was his brother or grandniece? Until recently, he had never doubted that it was Cheyenne. But after she precisely knocked away his needle and even attempted to graze his hat, the doubt surfaced.

So, he chose to remove his hat, revealing his face, and waited to see how this audacious girl would explain herself.

Cheyenne was taken aback for a moment, cursing Kelvin in her heart for not informing her about her granduncle's involvement with the Foley family.

Her response needed to be quick.

She forced an apologetic smile and spoke in a sweet and exaggerated tone, "Granduncle? Oh dear, I'm truly sorry. I didn't know it was you. When I first saw you, I thought you were one of those quack doctors who pretend to know everything."

She then explained with further emphasis, "That acupoint is located on the forehead and is an extremely vital pressure point. It's not often touched in ordinary treatments. If someone accidentally punctures it, the patient could experience blood reflux throughout the body, with their meridians blocked, potentially leading to instant death."

This explanation was meant to send a message to Kelvin as well.

Kelvin had quickly understood her signal, and he turned his intense gaze toward the man claiming to be a "divine doctor." He scrutinized him carefully.

Franklin appeared angry but Vincent seemed oddly calm and detached, which struck Kelvin as strange. Vincent's demeanor seemed as if he were unconcerned and unrelated to the situation.

It was strange that since this supposed divine doctor, Adrian, had arrived, old Mr. Foley's condition had initially improved. He could sit up and have coherent conversations. However, after a couple of days, his condition deteriorated significantly. Now he was barely conscious for an hour a day.

Adrian's explanation had been that this was due to the side effects of the medicine causing brief episodes of unconsciousness, which he assured were manageable as long as the patient got proper rest.

However, even after several days, there was no sign of improvement in Mr. Foley's condition. Adrian attributed this to past head trauma resulting in blood clots in his brain, causing his current comatose state.

Adrian frowned upon hearing the words "quack doctor."

He touched his own mustache and responded disapprovingly, "My dear grandniece, you might not be aware that I am about to release congestion in old Mr. Foley, and he will wake up as soon as the stagnation is cleared."

Her sudden appearance disrupted the proceedings and left everyone stunned.

After hearing Adrian's explanation, Emelia, in a fit of anger, rushed up the stairs and grabbed Cheyenne's arm, pushing her toward the door.

"Cheyenne, you've gone too far. Are you trying to harm Grandpa? Get out of the Foley mansion right now!"

Emelia was stronger than Cheyenne, towering over her by more than half a head. With a gentle push, Cheyenne staggered back a few steps, almost colliding with the doorframe.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and her back met a warm, solid chest.

A masculine, cool fragrance enveloped her, bringing a hint of relief to the scorching summer day.

She glanced up, and his striking features with raised eyebrows, a strong nose, and thin, well- shaped lips greeted her.

In a soft voice, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

Cheyenne stood still and quickly moved out of his embrace. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

As the space between them emptied, Kelvin's brow furrowed slightly, and he focused on his hand.

In the moment he held her waist, the warmth and silkiness in his palm made him involuntarily squeeze his hand, as if in reminiscence.

Raising her head, Cheyenne had walked up to Emelia, her apathetic almond-shaped eyes calm and chilling.

"What... what are you looking at?"

She felt like a prey being watched by a wild wolf and tried to steady her voice, reminding herself that this was the Foley mansion, and Cheyenne couldn't do anything to her.

A crisp sound echoed in the room.

Startled, Emelia quickly covered her cheeks with her hand, a shiver running through her.

"Did you dare to hit me?"

"Let's see if I dare!"

Cheyenne flicked her slightly aching wrist and met the furious gaze of Emelia without fear.

Emelia extended her hand to slap Cheyenne's face, but before she could make contact, a deep, angry voice intervened.

"That's enough! Emelia, Cheyenne is my guest. Now, I am the head of the Foley family!"

As he spoke, Franklin, who had been by old Mr. Foley's side, smirked sarcastically, wiped away his tears, and looked over with disdain.

"The Foley family head? Haha... What a Foley family head! Kelvin, don't forget, Emelia is your cousin. You're helping an outsider bully your own sister?"

"Kelvin, don't forget, the Foley family has more than just you as male heirs."

"We just returned and heard about the severity of old Mr. Foley's illness. Tell me, what have you done as the family head? You didn't even come to visit once!"

Vincent, who had been watching the situation, advised Cheyenne, "Miss Lawrence, I hope you can apologize to my sister. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."

The atmosphere in the room had grown tense, with everyone taking sides. Corey tried to mediate the situation, "Kelvin, apologize!"