Chapter 337: Franklin Points Fingers


    Chapter 337: Franklin Points Fingers


    Cheyenne suddenly realized what Abbie just told her was nothing but a lie. She chuckled. "Miss


    Berry, so you''re entertaining thoughts of passion with Mr. Foley on my bed? Well, well, this is truly


    eye-opening. Seems like you wealthy folks enjoy such games!"


    With that, Kelvin''s face grew even darker, his voice icy as he angrily retorted, "Cheyenne, what


    nonsense are you spouting?"


    He had never touched Abbie before, not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future.


    However, Abbie, whose thoughts were nowid bare, surprised everyone. The poised and elegant


    debutante revealed herself as a scandalous woman.


    The servants'' eyes, once respectful, now bore disdain and mockery for Abbie.


    Emelia, summoned by Kelvin just as she settled to sleep, appeared with Vincent. Upon hearing that


    the keys were taken by her, Emelia''s gaze faltered for a moment. She hastily approached and


    pped the maid across the face.


    "You''re lying! I never asked you for the keys. You neglected your duty, and Miss Berry happened to


    find them. Don''t pin it on me!"


    Small red marks adorned the fair skin of the maid''s face as she tearfully spoke, "I didn''t, Master


    Kelvin. Truly, it was Lady Emelia who asked me to bring her the keys."


    Franklin, his eyes as fierce as a predator, suddenly kicked the maid hard in the chest. She coughed,


    copsing onto the cold floor, spitting out blood that sttered like bewitching peach blossoms on


    the white surface.


    "You despicable woman! How dare you nder Emelia?" Franklin used.


    "You are derelict, and still have the audacity to me it on Emelia. How dare you!" he continued.


    As Franklin scolded the maid, Kelvin, with a disdainful snort, coldly stared at her kneeling form.


    Undoubtedly, she was just a sacrificial pawn, unworthy of sympathy.


    "Joe, settle her three months'' sry and have her leave tomorrow."


    At Kelvin''smand, Joe led the maid away. The red stain on the floor remained, noticed by


    Cheyenne, who bit her rosy lip in silence, but her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger betrayed


    her current feelings.


    Abbie, who stood in her nightgown, had never provoked such anger from Cheyenne.


    Franklin and Emelia''s actions revealed the ugliest side of humanity - the abuse of wealth, the


    mistreatment of the weak, and a callousness toward human nature.


    Grateful, the maid bowed to Kelvin. "Thank you, Master," she said, coughing. She was content with


    three months'' sry, even if it meant enduring illness.


    Hearing the weakness in her voice, Cheyenne guessed that Franklin''s kick had injured her


    internally. Out ofpassion, she handed the maid a business card. "This is from my friend, a


    general practitioner. Visit him; it''s on the house."


    As the maid looked at the delicate hand holding the silver-gilded business card, her eyes welled up


    with tears.


    "Thank you, Miss Lawrence," the maid said.


    In reality, she felt remorseful towards Miss Lawrence. She had lived here for three years, and just


    like others, she had gossiped about Cheyenne and Abbie. When she handed the keys to Emelia,


    she had supported the idea of Miss Berry and Master Kelvin being together, fueled by jealousy.


    Cheyenne was undeniably beautiful, and women naturally couldn''t stand someone more attractive.


    Miss Berry, with her ordinary looks but talent, had made her feel a slight connection.


    However, she had clearly made a mistake. In her moment of distress, Miss Berry had regarded her


    with a threatening gaze, cold and aloof, unlike the usual warmth and kindness.


    Interestingly, Cheyenne, who seemed arrogantly proud, offered her genuine warmth.


    The maid left with Joe, and those remaining in the corridor felt the matter hade to a temporary


    close. The maid identally lost the keys, and Abbie happened to find them. As for why she chose


    to sleep on that bed, everyone knew.


    Abbie, publicly pped by Kelvin, stood her ground with a strong demeanor. She exined with a


    tearful gaze, "I''m sorry, Kelvin. I didn''t think much after finding the keys. I just wanted to try, and the


    door opened. My heart hurt, so Iy down."


    Her eyes, teary and with trembling eyshes, made her look pitiable. The pped side of her face


    was visibly swollen. However, Kelvin, now unsympathetic, coldly said, "Go back; Grandpa doesn''t


    want to see you."


    Abbie, hearing the dismissal, sobbed softly, covering her chest with a pale hand, breathing heavily.


    "I... it hurts, Kelvin. Can it wait until tomorrow?"


    Was her illness acting up again?


    Emelia, anxiously urging Kelvin, said, "Kelvin, Abbie is not well. It''ste; let her stay here."


    Cheyenne observed the exchange, disdainfully smiling without saying a word.


    After a few seconds of silent tension, Kelvin''s impatient voice broke through. "Joe, find her a room."


    "Yes, sir."


    Joe, having just escorted someone away, silently cursed in his mind. "Shameless."


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


    Abbie wanted to stay in Cheyenne''s room, but seeing Kelvin''s cold demeanor, she disappointedly


    followed Joe out.


    In the corridor, only Cheyenne and Kelvin remained. She frowned, and his gaze moved away from


    her.