She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 390: Welcome a New Member

An old, stern voice sounded from behind the two.

Both of them turned their heads to look and saw old Mr. Foley, supported by Joe, slowly ascending from the first-floor hallway with his cane.

His sharp gaze fixed on Emelia as he reached out and snatched the soup from her hands, drinking it all in one go.

“Grandfather…”

She stared at her empty hands in disbelief, about to say something, but actually, the soup… well, it wasn’t that good.

Old Mr. Foley immediately regretted his impulsive actions. What kind of strange taste was that soup? Spicy and sweet… But to avoid losing face in front of his granddaughter and to maintain his composure as an elder, he gripped his cane tightly and coughed.

“Kelvin and Cheyenne have finally reunited. Don’t bother them. Maybe our family will soon welcome a new member, you know?”

As he spoke, his eyes curved into a smile, as if he could envision his chubby great-grandchild, radiating a brilliant and suffocating smile.

Emelia pouted in dissatisfaction and spoke ill of Cheyenne.

“Grandfather, how could my big brother reconcile with his ex-wife again? Even if it’s not Miss Berry, there are many other eligible daughters of noble families, why must it be Cheyenne?”

don’t understand. Alright, you should go back now and not disturb your big brother and sister-in-law from conceiving their

disdain. “Don’t bother making such a

Emelia, with a flushed

naturally had no reason to linger here anymore. She stomped her

lights spilled down, enveloping the man’s figure, creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. The faint glow from the

the arrival of Emelia, the man spoke softly.

shook her head and sighed dejectedly. “Grandfather appeared just

if Kelvin is injured? He was just on a business trip. What

Vincent’s face.

business trip, but it was for a small project

So it was puzzling why Kelvin would spend three days on it. And to top it off, he was

sound of metal collision echoed as the

a small piece of decaying flesh, forming a blurry mass. Cheyenne then noticed an additional hole on Kelvin’s arm. She had squeezed out the putrid flesh from his arm, cleaned up the pus and blood, and

on his back was minor, just superficial scratches from shattered

crimson light had streamed in through the transparent French windows,

two white dolls hanging on the window, swaying in the evening breeze. The copper bells emitted a pleasant and melodic tinkling sound. The innocent and jolly expression on the dolls’ faces inexplicably brought a moment

would hang such a

she looked at his peaceful sleeping face again, Cheyenne couldn’t help but

contrasted against his somewhat fair complexion. His thin profile, deep-set eyes that were tightly closed under thick, curled lashes, a high nose

the seemingly invulnerable Kelvin was nothing more than an