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.

was covered in blood, lying on the sickbed with a purple complexion, and you were

her, not shedding a tear but bleeding all over, and it felt like

Abbie whimpering and Kelvin gently comforting her, assuring

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

her eyes, Cheyenne refused, and Kelvin was right there beside her. She wanted to

out, the feeling of blood slowly flowing out of her body was

could

out, Cheyenne wasn’t as strong as

even though Kelvin hadn’t witnessed it firsthand,

about her appearance, even complained to him if her

a miscarriage alone must

Kelvin asked in a pained, low voice, “Grandpa… why

choked, “I wanted to wake you up, but Cheyenne said she didn’t want you to see

the following year, Cheyenne held onto

for was Abbie’s official return to the country

should wake up, realizing that this relationship had always

Only she would come and play chess with this old man! And only she remembered my birthday, coming

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

Cheyenne…

effort for himself and this broken family, while

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

first time. If time could rewind, he wanted to go back to the day

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

now. It’s just that Benson was blind because of me, and I gotta make him recover. After you recover, I’ll go to

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