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.

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

only nineteen! I watched her, not shedding a tear but bleeding all over, and it felt like my

On one side was the sound of Abbie whimpering and Kelvin gently comforting

was almost four months old, making the

was right there beside her. She wanted to know how

flowing out of

that could beat wildly could instantly become

as strong as she

though Kelvin hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, he could picture her in his mind at

delicate and cared about her appearance,

must

asked in

tears on his face, his voice choked, “I wanted to wake you up, but Cheyenne said she didn’t want

held onto the hope of

for was Abbie’s official return to the country and

should wake up, realizing that this relationship

health! Only she would

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

Cheyenne…

turned out she had put in so much effort for himself

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

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

Foley hadn’t brought up the matter again, she would have forgotten how foolish she was back then. She forced a smile and

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

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