Chapter 343: When She Miscarried, You Were Holding Another Woman
Chapter 343: When She Miscarried, You Were Holding Another Woman
Even the proud and arrogant Kelvin would bow his head to apologize. The crowd was astonished,
their gazes shifting towards the enchanting and youthful-looking woman.
Cheyenne''s heart was a mix of emotions. She had invested eight years, and all she got was a
simple "I''m sorry."
Taking a deep breath, ayer of frost covered her face as she gave a cold smile. "I don''t ept
your apology, Kelvin. The child we lost can nevere back, and it''s the same between us!"
Things would never return to the way they were.
As he heard her resolute words, Kelvin''s eyes couldn''t help but moisten. He knew that even if he
sacrificed his life, it wouldn''t be enough to repay the harm Cheyenne had endured.
A dull ache in his chest made it almost unbearable to breathe.
With the truth revealed, Abbie had deceived him for eight years, causing the death of their child.
Kelvin felt an intense desire to tear her apart into pieces!
Ayer of coldness crept into the man''s deep-set eyes, making Abbie''s scalp tingle. Fearfully, she
took a step back, licked her lips, and with a bitter smile, asked, "Kelvin, do you hate me?"
"Shouldn''t I?" Kelvin sneered, hisrge hand clenched into a fist.
"Of course you shouldn''t! I''ve loved you since I saw you for the first time! Cheyenne came after me.
How can she win you love instead of me?" Abbie''s defiant voice echoed in the corridor, eliciting
laughter from onlookers.
Old Mr. Foley, without mincing words, retorted, "From the first day you entered my ce, I knew you
were far from the docile appearance you showed."
Unfortunately, nobody believed his words. Old Mr. Foley thought of a little girl at most, engaging in
harmless mischief, not capable of causing significant waves.
It was his contempt and disdain that led to the subsequent suffering Cheyenne endured.
Thinking of the unborn great-grandchild, old Mr. Foley couldn''t hold back the tears in his eyes. He
lifted his cane like a weapon and struck Kelvin''s back with a resounding thud.
A clear sound of joints cracking reached everyone''s ears.
"Do you know, on the day Cheyenne miscarried, she was covered in blood, lying on the sickbed
with a purpleplexion, and you were passing by her holding Abbie?"
"Back then, she was only neen! I watched her, not shedding a tear but bleeding all over, and it
felt like my heart was burning."
There was just a curtain separating them. On one side was the sound of Abbie whimpering and
Kelvin gentlyforting her, assuring her that the doctor would be there soon.
On this side, Cheyenne was pulling the curtain, gritting her teeth as she expelled the lifeless fetus
from her womb. The child was almost four months old, making the miscarriage process
exceptionally painful. The doctor couldn''t bear to watch and asked if she wanted anesthesia for the
dtion and curettage procedure.
Tears in her eyes, Cheyenne refused, and Kelvin was right there beside her. She wanted to know
how deep her despair could go.
Turns out, the feeling of blood slowly flowing out of her body was one ofplete despair and
helplessness.
Turns out, a heart that could beat wildly could instantly be deste, lifeless, and cease to
beat.
Turns out, Cheyenne wasn''t as strong as she imagined herself to be.
Listening to his grandfather''s words, even though Kelvin hadn''t witnessed it firsthand, he could
picture her in his mind at that moment.
She, who was so delicate and cared about her appearance, evenined to him if her nails
broke.
Doing a miscarriage alone must have been very painful.
With a bitter smile on his grey face, Kelvin asked in a pained, low voice, "Grandpa... why didn''t you
tell me?"
Old Mr. Foley wiped away the tears on his face, his voice choked, "I wanted to wake you up, but
Cheyenne said she didn''t want you to see her in such a miserable state."
In the following year, Cheyenne held onto the hope of giving Kelvin a chance.
But, in the end, what she waited for was Abbie''s official return to the country and a divorce
agreement.
She knew she should wake up, realizing that this rtionship had always been her wishful thinking,
a delusion.
"You used to ask me why I always favored Cheyenne? Because only she cared about my health!
Only she woulde and y chess with this old man! And only she remembered my birthday,
coming to see me every year."
He was a low-key person; his birthday had never been publicly celebrated, to the point that even the
Foley family forgot about it. It was him who suggested holding a banquet for his 70th birthday. First,
he didn''t know how long he had left, and second, he wanted to use this as an excuse to see how
Cheyenne was doing after the divorce.
Cheyenne...
It turned out she had put in so much effort for himself and this broken family, while he casually hurt
her.
Old Mr. Foley concluded, his old face flushed with anger as he stomped his foot, announcing loudly,
"When I saw her miscarriage, teetering on the brink of life and death, I thought, Cheyenne is my real
granddaughter! As long as I''m alive, I will protect her every day! Anyone who bullies Cheyenne is
bullying myself!"
Kelvin''s mind went nk. He felt himself stupid for the first time. If time could rewind, he wanted to
go back to the day he first met her and treat her well.
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Cheyenne remained silent for a long time. If old Mr. Foley hadn''t brought up the matter again, she
would have forgotten how foolish she was back then. She forced a smile and patted old Mr. Foley''s
shoulder tofort him, "Grandpa, it''s all in the past. You don''t have to me yourself."
"I''m doing well now. It''s just that Benson was blind because of me, and I gotta make him recover.
After you recover, I''ll go to Onistead."
"In the future, when you have time,e to Onistead to find me. I''ll travel with you."
Upon hearing this, the confusion in Kelvin''s eyes turned into panic.
When he mistakenly believed Abbie and harmed Cheyenne, Benson sacrificed his eyes for her.
Now, Cheyenne was leaving Akloit for Benson...
He didn''t dare to ask if she woulde back in the future.
Old Mr. Foley paused for a second, just stopping his tears, but they burst out at this moment. With
deep reluctance, he asked, "Cheyenne... are you going to Onistead?"
She pretended to smile lightly, nodded, and answered, "Yes, once things here are settled. My
grandpa and I will go together."
Kelvin''s gaze stared intently at her delicate face. She didn''t look at him.
In the future, would Cheyenne really disappearpletely from his world?
Just thinking about it made panic rise in Kelvin''s heart, and his gaze dimmed.
Old Mr. Foley vented all his grievances on Abbie and Kelvin, his face darkening once again as he
raised his cane and struck at the two.
"All because of you, Cheyenne wants to leave. Kelvin, are you still a man?"
Can''t you even say a word to persuade her to stay? What''s the use of your mouth?