Chapter 238: She Carried My Child
Chapter 238: She Carried My Child
At the Foley Group''s top floor conference room, Chris suddenly informed Kelvin that Cody''s ten
percent share had been transferred to someone else. That person was Abbie, whom he knew.
Upon hearing this news, Kelvin felt like she was joking around. She was in bad health, and shouldn''t
get involved inpany business.
Chris rubbed his strong chin and thought that this could be a good thing from a certain perspective.
Cody had previously used his shares and experience in thepany to call himself an elder and go
against Mr. Foley behind his back. He even formed cliques privately, seriously affecting the
company''s atmosphere. Mr. Foley didn''t deal with him at first to give him a chance while hoping he
would change his ways.
Who knew that Cody''s greed would only grow stronger as he instigated other shareholders to
oppose Kelvin''s iron-fisted rule? He left during the meeting in front of everyone.
Kelvin wanted to suppress him but then heard this news; he couldn''t help but pause for a second.
He had thought about helping Abbie regain her shares, but after all, it was a matter for the Berry
family. Moreover, in the past few years, she hadn''t shown much interest in it, and Kelvin, concerned
about her health, had refrained from bringing it up again.
He hadn''t expected that the gentle and timid Abbie could actually retrieve the shares from Cody.
This surprised Kelvin; he underestimated Abbie.
"Given what has happened now, we need to hold a meeting with all shareholders present and
exin what happened," said Kelvin as he looked down at his watch on his wrist.
It was already half-past eight, and he hadn''t slept a winkst night. His mind was filled with
Cheyenne''s heart-wrenching words delivered with a quivering voice.
When they first talked about divorce, it was because he no longer wanted anything more than
seeing her face.
He didn''t believe Cheyenne would obediently listen if asked for divorce since ording to her
personality she might do many things just trying hard to please him.
However, reality proved otherwise: Cheyenne left gracefully and even messed with various
excellent men.
Kelvin sneered at how stupid she acted just trying hard to get attention from him.
He vividly remembered a time when he had been away on a two-month business trip due to his
busy work schedule. Just as he had finished a day of meetings, he received a call from Cheyenne.
She had imed to be gravely ill, on the brink of death, and begged him to return to sign some
documents.
Kelvin ignored her, thinking she was ying tricks again until his grandpa called two dayster
telling him Cheyenne got pregnant!
His heart jumped with shock and anger!
How was this possible? Every time they had sex, he never stayed inside her. Could it be that
Cheyenne did something to secretly try to get pregnant with his child?
Regardless, he wasn''t ready to be a father. That year, Abbie just returned home and heard that he
was married; she became depressed and almostmitted suicide.
Kelvin spent most of his time helping her make appointments with doctors. If it weren''t for his
grandfather''s phone call, he wouldn''t havee back.
When he returned home, however, everything was a lie. Cheyenne was sitting on the bed while his
grandfather told jokes beside her. There wasn''t even a child - it was just an excuse she made up to
bring him back.
"Cheyenne, do you enjoy lying?" Kelvin asked angrily as tears filled the young girl''s eyes.
In frustration, Kelvin flew back to Enofone where he worked for half a year before returning home.
Yesterday night when he couldn''t sleep, he opened Cheyenne''s diary again.
He read carefully until September 5th 2017 where she wrote only one sentence: "It came
unexpectedly and left suddenly; maybe because I''m not a good mommy."
Attached was an abortion surgery sheet from the hospital with "9 weeks pregnant; fetal stoppage"
written in ck letters on white paper under conclusion section where another man named Benson
signed as family member agreeing for the procedure.
September 2017 marked their fourth month of marriage. Seeing that sheet made Kelvin feel nk
as if all thoughts disappeared from his mind while staring at it deeply wondering why their child
stopped growing inside Cheyenne''s womb?
He couldn''t help but wonder how frightened and desperate she must have felt when she cried and
begged for him toe back to sign those documents over the phone. And yet, he had callously
turned her down.
Three years ago, she was just an 18-year-old girl. Suddenly being informed of a pregnancy, only to
experience a miscarriage, was devastating for Cheyenne.
The name "Benson" in the signature line felt like a thorn piercing into Kelvin''s heart - it should have
been him who signed there instead of Benson''s name. He began feeling guilty about how poorly he
treated Cheyenne over these past few years since they got married.
What happened three years ago? To find out answers, he called one of the doctors involved in
surgeryte at night who agreed to meet him this morning .
The tall and sturdy figure suddenly stood up, blocking out most of the light outside the window.
Against the light, he appeared even more cold and silent in his ck suit, making it difficult to look
directly at him.
Chris was startled by Mr. Foley''s sudden change, staring at the man as he picked up his phone from
the table and walked towards the door with his long legs.
"Mr. Foley, it''s work hours now and we have a shareholder meetinging up soon. Where are you
going?"
Without turning his head back, Kelvin''s icy voice came through, "I''m taking a leave of absence. I''ll
be back before the meeting."
A leave of absence?
Was he joking?
Chris had been following Mr. Foley for almost ten years now, but this was his first time taking a
leave.
That dark figure had already walked far away by now; soon after that, a ck Rolls-Royce left from
the parking lot in front of theirpany building.
...
A luxurious car pulled up in front of an extremely old residentialplex; everyone turned to look
with envy on their faces.
In the car, the man gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while the other held a cigarette. With
practiced ease, he lit the cigarette, and his slender fingers held it to his lips.
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He took a deep breath before slowly exhaling blue smoke from between his lips.
His eyes were as deep and unfathomable, radiating an icy glint.
Someone knocked on car window.
Kelvin opened the door; the middle-aged man sat down on the passenger seat next to him without
any hesitation.
The man looked like he was around forty-five years old wearing a white coat, with his hair slightly
grayed at temples and sses perched atop his nose bridge.
He looked up at Kelvin, felt uneasy and stuttered, "Mr. Foley, what can I do for you?"
It had been three years since he left Hopedale Hospital, and now he was an OB-GYN.
Someone paid him hush money to require him to keep the incident three years ago to himself, and
then arranged him to work somewhere else.