She Became Rich After Divorce
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, a layer of frost covered her face as she gave a cold smile. "I don't accept your apology, Kelvin. The child we lost can never come 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!

A layer 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, his large 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 place, 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 purple complexion, and you were passing by her holding Abbie?"

"Back then, she was only nineteen! 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 gently comforting 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 dilation 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 of complete despair and helplessness.

Turns out, a heart that could beat wildly could instantly become desolate, 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, even complained 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 relationship 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 would come and play 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' 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. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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 blank. 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.

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 to comfort him, "Grandpa, it's all in the past. You don't have to blame 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, come 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 would come 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 disappear completely 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?

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