She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 327: Granduncle

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone in the room.

Vincent stared at the silver needle embedded in the bedpost, his expression dark and uncertain, his gaze growing deeper.

Adrian, on the other hand, glanced at the bloodstain on his own face, turned around, and, with a smile, raised both his hands to remove his large black hat. He revealed a familiar face.

The menacing look in his eyes from earlier had been diluted somewhat by this smile, and he now looked like an ordinary elderly man you’d meet in a park or on the street, radiating warmth.

“Cheyenne, my dear niece, you’ve kept me in the dark quite,” he said with a kind smile. “That needle you just threw, it takes at least ten years to master that level of precision.”

Adrian couldn’t help but wonder about something else, too. Who had really treated Master Iker for his leg condition? Was his brother or grandniece? Until recently, he had never doubted that it was Cheyenne. But after she precisely knocked away his needle and even attempted to graze his hat, the doubt surfaced.

So, he chose to remove his hat, revealing his face, and waited to see how this audacious girl would explain herself.

Cheyenne was taken aback for a moment, cursing Kelvin in her heart for not informing her about her granduncle’s involvement with the Foley family.

Her response needed to be quick.

She forced an apologetic smile and spoke in a sweet and exaggerated tone, “Granduncle? Oh dear, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know it was you. When I first saw you, I thought you were one of those quack doctors who pretend to know everything.”

“That acupoint is located on the forehead and is an extremely vital pressure point. It’s not often touched in ordinary treatments. If someone accidentally punctures it,

send a message to Kelvin as

understood her signal, and he turned his intense gaze toward the man claiming to be

as strange. Vincent’s demeanor seemed as if he

Foley’s condition had initially improved. He could sit up and have coherent conversations. However, after a couple of days, his condition deteriorated significantly. Now he was barely conscious for

causing brief episodes of unconsciousness, which he assured were manageable as long as the patient got proper rest. However, even after several days, there was no sign of improvement in Mr. Foley’s condition. Adrian attributed this to past head trauma resulting in blood clots in his brain, causing his current comatose state.

not be aware that I am about to release congestion in old Mr. Foley, and he will wake up as soon as

disrupted the

Adrian’s explanation, Emelia, in a fit of anger, rushed up the stairs and

far. Are you trying to harm Grandpa? Get out of the

towering over her by more than half a head. With a gentle push, Cheyenne staggered back a few steps, almost

waist, and

fragrance enveloped her, bringing a hint of relief to the scorching summer

his striking features with raised eyebrows, a strong nose, and thin, well-shaped

voice, he asked, “Are you

“Yeah.”

quickly

brow furrowed slightly,

warmth and silkiness in his palm made him involuntarily squeeze his hand, as

head, Cheyenne had walked up to Emelia, her apathetic almond-shaped eyes