Oliver’s voice was not loud, and he thought that person wouldn’t hear it, but the natural bond between father and son made Kelvin subconsciously feel like someone was calling him.


    He turned around and indeed saw a little boy standing by the window on the second floor, half of his body hidden behind the curtain. If one wasn’t paying attention, they wouldn’t see him.


    It was Oliver.


    His son hade to see him without wearing pants.


    This little guy was always concerned about his image. Even at such a young age, if a drop of oil sshed on his shirt, he wouldn’t continue wearing it, let alone appearing in front of others without pants.


    It seemed that he had just woken up and hadn’t had time to put on pants beforeing to the window to see him.


    Kelvin rolled down the car window and, for once, smiled at his son. “Oliver Foley, when I’m not here, you’re the man of the house. Take care of Mom, your sister, and Great-grandpa. Do you hear me?”


    Every time his dad called him by his full name, it was usually when he was angry, but it was different today.


    Oliver suddenly felt a surge of excitement in his heart.


    Starting today, he would be the man of the house and take on the responsibility his dad entrusted to him, taking care of the family.


    “I hear you!”


    Kelvin nodded in satisfaction, rolled up the car window, leaned back on the back seat, and looked at the documents. Although he hadn’t slept all night, he didn’t feel tired at all. On the contrary, he was quite energetic.


    When Cheyenne woke up, the bedroom was quiet. The double-embroidered curtains blocked most of the light from outside, so she didn’t realize that she had slept until nine o’clock.


    “Kelvin.”


    She habitually called his name upon waking up, but her voice came out hoarse and unpleasant. Cheyenne was startled and touched her throat.


    It hurt.


    Not only her throat, but her back and legs also felt sore, as if they didn’t belong to her.


    As Cheyenne snapped out of her difort, she quickly lowered her head for a look. The marks on her body made her gasp in horror.


    How could he have done this to her?


    Looking at the pillow next to her, it was no longer warm. He must have left long ago.


    “Damn Kelvin, wait until youe back, I’ll show you how I’ll deal with you.”


    The working hours at the hospital started at eight o’clock. Cheyenne nced at the time on her phone’s screen with a twitch of her lips.


    Well, the attendance bonus was gone.


    Since she was alreadyte, whether it was one hour or two hourste didn’t make much difference. She decided to get up slowly, take a shower, change clothes, have breakfast downstairs, and then go to work.


    Old Mr. Foley had just returned from taking Oliver to kindergarten. When he saw his daughter-inw leisurely sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, he couldn’t help but smile.


    His teeth contrasted with the wrinkled face, making him look as benevolent as an old god.


    “Late again?”


    Cheyenne was drinking milk when she heard her grandfather’s words and identally choked on it, feeling more embarrassed than anything.


    “Well, I’m feeling a bit unwell.”


    Her voice was hoarse now, and she thought no one would suspect anything if she pretended to have a cold or something.


    However, she underestimated old Mr. Foley. He had spent so much money on those porn magazines and, upon hearing Cheyenne’s voice and connecting it to his grandson’s business trip today, the old man knew what had happened.


    Seeing Cheyenne blush, he stopped teasing her. “I’ll seek justice for you when hees back. He doesn’t know how to cherish his wife.”


    He understood the sorrow of parting, but his grandson didn’t have to make such a fuss since they would see each other again.


    In an effort to save face, Cheyenne blinked and calmly lied, “Grandfather, I just caught a cold by ident.”


    Old Mr. Foleyughed heartily, stroking his beard as he walked upstairs. “I understand. After you finish breakfast, go to work. I’ll have Rachel cook chicken soup for you to haveter.”


    “No need to go through so much trouble. I’ll be fine soon.”


    “It’s no trouble. You’re a hero of the Foley family. I can only be happy if you are in good health, and Kelvin can be at ease.”


    Unable to refuse the goodwill of her elder, Cheyenne could only stiffly nod and ept, picking up a slice of bread and eating as she walked.


    “Thank you, grandfather. I’m off to work. If Cierra misbehaves, give me a call.”


    “Alright, drive safely.”


    Thinking about the possibility of another great-grandchild in Cheyenne’s belly, old Mr. Foley couldn’t help but feel in a great mood. However, Cheyenne driving herself made him worried and dampened his good spirits.


    His granddaughter-inw’s driving skills weren’t that great, and it would be disastrous if something happened. He would discuss hiring a driver when she returned from work in the evening.


    Spending a bit more money didn’t matter; what mattered was ensuring the safety of his great-grandchild.


    Today was already the third day and the time for selecting apprentices through intern examinations.


    Dr. Barnes, who was in charge of organizing the exams, stood in the corridor, anxiously stretching his neck as he had been looking for almost half an hour, his face filled with worry.


    “Why hasn’t Miss Lawrence arrived yet?”


    The examsted for an hour and a half, starting at 8:30 a. m., and there was only half an hour left to submit the papers.


    Since it was Cheyenne who was selecting the apprentices, who in the hospital dared to stand in for her?


    In the examination room, thirty interns were writing with all their might. Some of them had studied diligently in these three days, while others came with a try-it-out attitude.


    They initially thought Cheyenne’s exam would be difficult, but when they received the papers, they were dumbfounded. The questions at the beginning were too simple.


    Even those who didn’t study could answer them.


    However, when they flipped to the second page of the exam, their smiles disappeared. The questions on it were quite different from what was taught in ss.


    Not to mention the ssmates, even Sean, who had received some help from Cheyenne in advance, found it difficult. He had spent almost three days studying the handouts tirelessly.


    But when the exam came, he realized it waspletely different!


    He felt a bit overwhelmed, wondering if he was too inept or if Cheyenne simply wanted to y a prank on him.


    Of course, thetter guess was impossible. Forcing himself to calm down, Sean rubbed his throbbing forehead and continued answering the questions.


    This time, he found that although the questions on the handout were not present, the theory was simr. He quickly finished writing his answers.


    Looking up, he saw everyone still writing furiously or scratching their heads.


    With half an hour left until the end of the exam, Sean didn’t want to waste his time here, so he chose to submit his paper early.


    “Sir, I’m done. Can I submit my paper now?”


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