Chapter 100: The Foley Family History

Layne only told Cheyenne about the art exhibition the next morning.

Without saying anything, he urged her to get up and get dressed quickly so they could go out together.

Cheyenne, of course, didn’t really want to go. She had been running around between the Todd mansion and the Lawrence Villa for the past few days since recovering from a serious illness, and she was feeling a bit tired.

“Cheyenne, can you bear to let me go alone to attend the exhibition?” The old man’s voice came through on the phone in a mournful tone that sounded pitiful no matter how you listened to it.

“I can,” Cheyenne replied.

As soon as she finished speaking, her grandfather’s voice came through from the other end of the phone. “Alas, getting old is really too pitiful. Look at me – I don’t know how to drive or ride an electric bike.”

“Forget it. I’ll beg for two dollars and take a bus,” Layne said.

Cheyenne worried that if he went out by himself on public transportation, he wouldn’t be able to find his way back home.

She got up by lifting off her covers and put on slippers before saying, “Okay. You wait for me at the Lawrence Villa’s doorstep in twenty minutes; I’ll be ready soon.”

The next moment, Layne’s voice immediately became cheerful again. “I knew you are a filial granddaughter! Great! Actually I’m already waiting in the lobby; you’re just still sleeping.”

The Foley Villa.

The grand hall looked empty. Old Mr. Foley stared at the flowers in the yard for a while, leaned on his cane and returned to the sofa in the hall, flipping through newspapers on the table.

He found that they were all articles he had read before and lost interest immediately.

himself, he said, “It’s more lively when Cheyenne is around. At

busy; they rarely had time to play chess together. As for Corey, he was known for being bad at it and old Mr. Foley didn’t like

and again made him miss Cheyenne even

he felt bored out of his mind, his son Corey came back with a handsome face full of sorrowful expression wearing

greeted before heading upstairs to his

sit down,” old Mr. Foley interrupted, waving

obediently walked over and sat in front of the

out by the teacher, which made old Mr. Foley

afraid of

honest, how could Corey

the family shrine to receive punishment from his father. Fortunately, after Kelvin was born, old

his grandfather and even began to surpass him

not afraid of you, Father; I respect you,” Corey

Foley sneer with disappointment as if wishing that Corey

probably just having given birth to

smile filled with pride mixed with shame appear on

enough about him. Let’s talk about you. How are things with your wife?” old Mr.

state for many years, and Corey has been taking care of her

was that if there’s no real chance of recovery, they might as well return to their home country together. It’s not a good idea for the two of them to

his wife and shook his head while saying “She’s still the

Foley tapped his cane on the floor rhythmically

said he would think about it as he was still searching for medical experts to

yesterday and found out that he

“Franklin?”

had another son named Franklin Foley, who was one year younger

down the stairs resulting in her becoming a vegetable while Franklin’s wife Lucy committed suicide; nobody knew what happened

pool of blood, and Kelvin’s mother had become a vegetable, never

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