She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 124: Have You Ever Been Fair?

Chapter 124: Have You Ever Been Fair?

George fell silent, his face turning grim. He didn't know how to refute Cheyenne's words. Upon reflection, he realized that he had only held her a few times.

He recalled a pair of bright and eager eyes - the day Nora was born and Cheyenne, just one year old at the time, walked up to him with her toy in hand.

"Daddy... hold me. Not her!" The little girl's voice was sweet and jealous.

Malaya had just given birth and was furious upon hearing this. She cried out for him to give their daughter back to her.

"You go hold your eldest daughter then. Nora and I will just go back to my old home if Cheyenne doesn't like this sister or me.” George knew women were most vulnerable at such times; crying too much could leave lasting damage on their bodies.

Nora began crying too - softly but pitifully - as if tiny cat claws were digging into his heartstrings, causing both pain and pity in him.

"Daddy... hold me..." Cheyenne clung onto his leg stubbornly while sitting on the ground whining like a spoiled child.

He grew impatient with her antics and kicked her away with one foot. "You're already so big, while your sister has only just been born! I'm holding her because she's smaller than you!"

The kick sent little Cheyenne flying into the wall behind them, leaving a large bump on the back of her head that quickly swelled up into an abscessed lump.

She was still young; crying was all she could do to express herself emotionally at that age. People around them quickly looked over after hearing the commotion; George felt embarrassed by it all so he ordered someone to take Cheyenne back to the Lawrence Villa while he stayed with Malaya and Nora at hospital for a month.

Cheyenne suffered from brain trauma due to falling down earlier which caused high fever later that night reaching 102 Fahrenheit. A servant called George about it but Malaya answered, incoherently saying, "Just leave her to her fever."

If they let Cheyenne to her fever, there might be serious consequences. Luckily enough for Cheyenne, the kind-hearted servant took her to hospital where she received treatment including intravenous drips for several days until finally recovering from both fever and abscessed lump on her head.

George didn't even know how close he came losing her forever!

Later on, when Malaya married George, she moved into the Lawrence Villa and dismissed that kind- hearted servant.

Only then did George find out what had happened but chose not say anything about it.

He just gave the maid an extra 30, 000 and told her not to spread this matter around.

"Packing up, we'll move out tomorrow morning.” George's gaze was obscure and dull. He glanced at Cheyenne grimly and said.

"Father!"

"George, you..."

Malaya and her children stared at George with wide eyes, unable to believe what they had heard. This villa is located in a bustling area and occupies a considerable amount of land. It is worth dozens of million at least.

Did he really just give it to that little bitch Cheyenne like that?

Malaya almost choked on his own saliva and suddenly coughed. A fair and slender hand grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"The owner of this house is her, but we paid for the things inside. How can we just give them to hieiiz:”

Nora pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction, wondering why her father didn't fight back.

The person who should be kicked out of this house is Cheyenne.

"The things you bought can be taken away, so that I don't have to clean up the mess later," Cheyenne said coldly, with no attempt to hide the sarcasm on her face.

"Cheyenne, don't push your luck too far!" Sean, full of energy, couldn't help but take action.

He relied on being a boy and being a head taller than Cheyenne, and swung his fist to hit Cheyenne. This punch, with such a fierce momentum, you can't imagine how painful it would be if he smashed it on that beautiful face.

However, an unexpected scene unfolded. When Sean's body, like a sharp arrow, charged towards her, Cheyenne sidestepped his attack with ease.

She reached out and grabbed the young man's arm, pulling him forward with force. Before Sean could react, she had pushed him back.

He bumped into the wall beside him and cried out in pain

"You!"

Cheyenne casually clapped her hands as if nothing had happened, standing and watching him with a defiant posture.

Her red lips parted slightly and two words were uttered, "Come again!"

"I don't believe it!" How could he possibly lose to Cheyenne, a woman? He has been practicing Taekwondo since elementary school and has defeated many skilled opponents.

"I failed to hit you just now because I underestimated you," Sean licked his lips and began to take it seriously.

This time, he changed his attack strategy, taking big steps and raising his fist as if he was going to punch her in the face, but in reality, he aimed to kick her lower body.

'Diverting attention.’ Cheyenne knew exactly what Sean was up to and kicked him in the shin just as he made his move.

When the sharp, pointed heel of her high-heeled shoe hit his shin, Sean felt so much pain that his handsome face twisted, sweat beads forming on his forehead and trickling down.

"Sean, are you okay?" Malaya rushed over to help him up, and he leaned against her shoulder while whining.

"Mom, that bitch Cheyenne bullied me."

"It's okay. Let's not bother with her anymore. We'll just move out.”

The last sentence were spoken through gritted teeth with intense hatred emanating from Malaya's eyes.

"Very well. Remember within tomorrow!" Cheyenne saw the hatred flickering in Malaya's eyes but couldn't help but smile slyly at her endurance, wondering how long she could keep pretending. Yawning elegantly, Cheyenne lifted the hem of her silver gown and gracefully ascended the stairs back to her room. Her silver high heels made a dull thumping sound on the cold steps as she walked away.

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