Chapter 269: I Should Have Let You Marry Nora Instead
Chapter 269: I Should Have Let You Marry Nora Instead
The silent me between the two women was burning slowly, and even the discerning eye could
see that they were not getting along.
Regardless, Juliana was a guest, and it was inappropriate for Emelia to speak like this in front of
others.
Old Mr. Foley also gave Emelia a stern look and replied unkindly, "If you have nothing to do here, go
back and read your books. Don''t embarrass me here."
"Grandpa!"
Emelia stamped her foot in anger, her face turning red like a ripe apple.
She turned around and left.
Rex also felt his face turn red with embarrassment. "Foley, it''s my fault for not raising my daughter
properly. You''ve gone through a lot today. Take good care of your health, and I''lle to visit you
again in the future."
"Well..."
He had been so happy when his old friend came to visit him unexpectedly but never expected such
an incident to ur.
"Okay then, Kelvin... please escort Rex out."
Kelvin nodded coldly and said, "Mr. Chambers, please."
Rex looked at him disdainfully before saying, "No need, Mr. Foley, you are busy with work. I don''t
want to disturb you. It''s better for you to spend time with your family than entertain me."
To everyone''s surprise, Kelvin didn''t get angry. Instead he nodded sincerely, "Hmm".
Rex left the room, leaving only the grandfather and grandson behind. The old man hadn''t eaten a
single bite of food and hadn''t even taken a sip of water.
Kelvin took the bowl of congee brought in by the maid and sat by the bedside. He had never cared
for anyone before, and his movements were somewhat clumsy as he held the bowl and scooped up
a spoonful, bringing it to his grandfather''s mouth.
The old man struggled to sit up and took a hesitant bite, saying with a sigh, "I''ve lived for so many
years, and I''ve fallen to the point where someone has to feed me."
It seemed that as he grew older, he regressed.
Hearing his grandfather''s words, Kelvin''s dark, ink-like eyes softened, and his voice became
gentler. "Grandfather, you''re just unwell. It''s not a fall from grace. You need to focus on getting
better."
When it came to his illness, old Mr. Foley sighed again. He had endured a tough first half of his life,
leaving him with many internal injuries. Years of physicalbor and strain had taken their toll, and he
had been suffering from this illness for two or three decades. Cheyenne had managed to stabilize it,
but aplete cure was nearly impossible.
He looked up weakly and gave Kelvin a pointed nce, his eyes filled with a sincere sense of
regret. "There are only two things on my mind now."
Kelvin inquired, "What are they?"
As he spoke, he looked up weakly at him with eyes full of frustration and disappointment. "What''s
the matter?"
"Firstly, I want to see your child born before I die... but I guess that''s not going to happen."
Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, his lips twitching slightly as he remained silent.
He couldn''t promise such a thing. He didn''t want to force himself into marrying a woman whom he
didn''t love just for the sake of having an heir.
"Secondly, I''ve always felt guilty towards Cheyenne. The Lawrence family originally wanted you to
marry Nora, but it was me and Layne who convinced them to let Cheyenne be your wife instead
because I could see that she truly loved you."
"If only you had let you marry Nora instead... Cheyenne is such a good girl and yet you have
disappointed her. Last time when Mr. Lara came around, I thought highly of him - my second wish is
for Cheyenne to find true happiness."
"That way, my guilt will be somewhat alleviated."
As he spoke on , without noticing Kelvin''s face turning cold upon hearing that his grandpa wanted to
match make Cheyenne and Omari.
"Grandfather, why don''t you eat your porridge first?" Kelvin interrupted quickly in order not to hear
any more heart-wrenching words from Omari.
He then poured another bowlful of porridge for his grandpa who stared at Kelvin with annoyance
before coughing violently again.
"I-I''m done talking about those things now. Let me tell you something serious: I currently hold 10%
shares."
Kelvin held a 54% stake in thepany, and currently, the Berry family held thergest share
among the shareholders, with 10%. The rest of the shareholders were scattered and ounted for
less than 30% in total. Thepany had been able to maintain stability and growth until now due to
the consistency of its core management team.
However, justst week, Abbie reced Cody.
"Grandfather, this belongs to you, and there''s nothing to discuss. Just keep it..."
"No, that''s not it. What I meant to say was thatst month I hired awyer to notarize my ownership
of 10% of the shares. I want to divide it into three parts. Four parts will be for your future children,
my great-grandchildren, whether they''re boys or girls."
The sound from the room came intermittently and stopped abruptly when a figure outside happened
to walk by.
Pressing his ear against the door and holding his breath, he listened carefully for any movement
inside.
"Grandfather... you..."
"Don''t interrupt me yet. Let me finish. The remaining 6% will be divided into two parts; one part goes
to Vincent. After all, he is your uncle''s son and your cousin. You don''t have any objections about
this, do you?"
Franklin had always been extravagant since he was young - gambling and spending money without
ever contributing a penny to the Foley family.
But no matter what happened, he bore the surname Fu and Kelvin didn''t want Grandfather worrying
about this issue so he nodded in agreement.
"Okay then... The remaining 3% will go to Cheyenne."
Three percent would amount roughly around three hundred billion dors at today''s market value!
And Grandfather wanted to give it away even though she wasn''t even rted by blood!
Vincent''s eyes darkened in an instant as if there wasn''t even a trace left of his previous gentle
demeanor.
Quietly carrying his te down the stairs back into the living room with chicken soup on it,
Franklin sat cross-legged on the sofa reading a newspaper with an extremely leisurely posture as if
rxing seaside during vacation time.
ncing over at him out of the corner of his eye while enjoying himself like this,
Vincent walked down from upstairs carrying another bowl of soup looking especially gloomy
compared with how he usually looked.
"What''s wrong? Why do you look so bad? Who made you angry again?"
Vincent approached him before whispering something next to his father''s ear, exining everything
that he just heard moments ago.
"Bang!"
A well-made antique blue-and-white porcin cup shattered into pieces making loud noise scaring
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