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

then handed her back the empty bowl, showing obvious disdain. “Don’t bother making such a

finished speaking, he turned and walked away. Emelia, with a flushed face of anger, remained in place. Did her

She stomped her foot in frustration and turned to leave,

enveloping the man’s figure, creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. The faint

softly. “How did

“Grandfather appeared just in time

ask me to check if Kelvin is injured? He was just on a business trip. What could have happened to him!” Besides, when did Vincent start showing such concern for Kelvin’s

of doubt appeared on Vincent’s face. He had inquired about it with

it was for a small project

have to be involved at all. So it was puzzling why Kelvin would spend three days on it. And to top it off, he was

the crisp sound of metal

casually tossed it aside onto a nearby plate. The deep red, almost purple, blood clot clung to the bullet casing, accompanied by a small piece of decaying flesh, forming a blurry mass. Cheyenne then

wound on his back was minor, just superficial scratches from shattered

had streamed in through the transparent French windows, casting a

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 of relaxation

hang such

face again, Cheyenne couldn’t

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

first time Cheyenne realized that the seemingly invulnerable Kelvin was nothing more than an ordinary person. He could also get hurt, could also