Chapter 217: A p In Emelia''S Face


    Chapter 217: A p 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.


    Two yearster, 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 Vi 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


    apany 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 ufortable from start till end; thus it resulted in fewer


    visits back home over three years where Cheyenne reced 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


    rpsing.


    "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 shed 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.


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    "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 youngdy."


    "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 andzy. 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 toin to his grandfather, because every time she


    came back, his grandfather would remind him to take good care of Cheyenne.


    His "care" naturally escted into bullying, but Cheyenne always smiled and weed 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 shed 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!