Chapter 312: Withdraw The Funding


    Chapter 312: Withdraw the Funding


    Later on, Leandro followed his family''s arrangement and married a well-matcheddy, and the


    couple was said to be leading afortable life.


    Moon Hall, under his management, gradually developed into a centennial old business, now an


    establishment that residents in Onistead couldn''t ignore.


    Layne, after his return to Yrose, no longer paid attention to the Zamora family''s affairs.


    When Cheyenne was thirteen, he met his junior, Madeleine, in Akloit. She had chosen to return to


    her homnd after her husband''s idental death. The first time she saw Cheyenne, Madeleine


    took a liking to her and proposed to take Cheyenne as her disciple.


    Layne could have taught Cheyenne himself without the need for her to be Madeleine''s


    disciple, but perhaps out of pity for the woman who was past her prime and alone, he agreed to it.


    Madeleine specialized in traditional medicine, focusing on the traditional diagnostic techniques.


    When Cheyenne became her disciple, Madeleine already had two other disciples, Jonathan Owen


    and Carl Weber.


    Carl was the senior disciple, joining earlier and receiving some of Madeleine''s true teachings.


    After mastering the skills, he established his own school of traditional medicine and took on many


    apprentices. Jase Terry, who had a conflict with Cheyenne in the hospital, was Carl''s first disciple.


    Madeleine''s health was fragile, and she was at the end of her rope. After passing on all her


    knowledge and skills to Cheyenne, she smiled and passed away.


    Before her death, she pulled the fourteen-year-old Cheyenne to her side and said, this was the


    biggest pride of her life and the greatest glory.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Thinking of her master, Cheyenne''s eyes welled up with tears, and she realized that she had


    wasted her master''s expectations for so many years. From the age of sixteen to twenty-one, she


    had lived a muddled existence, not only wasting the years but also disappointing many people''s


    deep affection for her.


    "Perhaps, Cheyenne, if you approach Leandro as a disciple of your master, he might agree to see


    you."


    "Yes, I''ll go to Onistead after I''m done here."


    She readily agreed to this task, even though it was not her area of expertise.


    Iker gazed at the delicate, fair, and exquisite smiling face before him. When Cheyenne smiled, she


    had two shallow dimples on her cheeks, looking sweet and charming.


    "Miss Lawrence... actually..."


    He felt as if a wind chime had been hung in his heart, and Cheyenne was the one who brushed


    against it with a spring breeze. The sound of the wind chime yed continuously in his heart, clear


    and melodious.


    "Enough, I just can''t stand your fiancee, what''s her name again? Emily Davidson? Her pride must


    be soaring to the sky. Don''t you want to see her in a sorry state after being pped in the face?"


    Cheyenne coldly hummed with her arms crossed, her delicate face full of interest, her watery and


    shiny starry eyes showing determination.


    "Of course!"


    He wanted to see it in his dreams!


    Not because he had any feelings for Emily Davidson, but because it concerned his face and dignity


    as a man. It was about regaining the honor he had lost.


    Iker subconsciously touched the position on his shoulder. His green military uniform should have


    been filled with shining stars, but now it waspletely empty.


    At the Foley mansion, old Mr. Foley had a brief period of alertness the day before yesterday, but his


    condition worsened after some conversation. He nowy in bed with his consciousness blurred.


    Many people surrounded his bed, and Emelia upied the best spot by his side, tightly holding her


    grandfather''s hand and sobbing softly. Her eyes were as red as walnuts, and her fair face appeared


    grim as she cried and muttered.


    "Grandfather, I truly feel unworthy of you. Vincent initially wanted to get a doctor for you, but when


    he arrived at the door, Kelvin stopped him," she said. "I don''t know what Kelvin was thinking. You''re


    so ill, yet he''s still handlingpany affairs, iming he''s busy when, in reality, he just doesn''t want


    toe back."


    "Oh, by the way, Grandfather, Vincent has arranged a great doctor for you. How about we let him in


    to see you?"


    Old Mr. Foleyy with his eyes closed, and he was impatiently waving his hand a couple of times as


    if he were swatting flies.


    Emelia thought her grandfather was asking her to go, so she happily shouted at the father and son


    outside the door, "Dad, Vincent, could you please bring old Mr. Edwards inside?"


    When Old Mr. Foley heard the words "Old Mr. Edwards", his eyelids trembled, and he strained to


    open his eyes, looking at the neer.


    The man appeared to be around old Mr. Foley''s age, with graying hair. He wore a ck cloth shirt,


    and perched on his nose were gold-rimmed sses. His face was ordinary but lined with wrinkles.


    "Who are you?"


    "Hello, Old Mr. Foley. I''m Adrian, Layne''s younger brother. This time, I agreed to visit you at the


    request of Mr. Vincent. Where are you feeling ufortable?"


    Layne''s brother?


    Old Mr. Foley had heard rumors about the Edwards family''s secrets when he was younger. Now,


    Adrian Edwards had suddenly appeared after more than twenty years. This made him ponder about


    the purpose behind Adrian''s appearance.


    "What... I don''t need it. My illness..., only Cheyenne can treat it."


    Cheyenne?


    As old Mr. Foley kept mentioning his grandniece''s name, Adrian quickly hid a hidden emotion from


    view.


    Old Mr. Foley wouldn''t let him treat him even if he had great skills. He turned to look at Vincent, and


    their eyes met.


    Vincent knelt down by the bedside and gently advised, "Grandfather, Miss Lawrence is not here at


    the moment. Your illness can''t be dyed. This doctor is also a descendant of the Edwards family


    and is highly skilled. Let him take a look!"


    Corey, hearing his nephew''s words, was anxious and said, "Don''t ask any further questions. Let Mr.


    Edwards treat your grandfather."


    "Alright."


    Outside the door, a man in a high-end ck suit strode forward, with Mr. Owen following slowly.


    The elderly man, having reached an age where he became out of breath after only a few steps,


    spoke, "Wait... Mr. Foley, I''ve said it before. I can help you relieve your grandfather''s pain, at most.


    You should call my junior Cheyenne toe. She has received the true teachings from my master."


    The mention of Cheyenne caused a sharp pain to flicker through Kelvin''s heart, reflecting on his


    cold, strikingly handsome face.


    "Mr. Owen, if you refuse to go, I will withdraw the funding in the medical cooperation project for this


    year."


    Mr. Owen''s face immediately darkened, and he sighed silently. "Alright, I''ll go this time, but I want to


    make it clear that I can only provide symptomatic treatment, not a cure."


    "Okay, I won''t withdraw the funding."