She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 401: Wearing the Clothes of the Dead

As high school approached, Layne feared that her outstanding granddaughter would attract unwanted attention. So, she encouraged Malaya to continue pretending to be a bully.

The smile vanished from Malaya’s face.

Did Cheyenne find out?

The clothes were scavenged from a second-hand market by the household staff, who said they were taken from deceased patients in nearby hospitals.

Most of these people had contagious diseases and no one to claim their bodies. They were hastily cremated to dispose of them.

When she sent the staff to buy the clothes, she had been discreet about it. She was afraid that if the matter got out, it would tarnish the “kind-hearted” image she had carefully built for herself. But how did Cheyenne find out?

One day, after wearing a black cotton coat, she felt completely uncomfortable. She walked down the street feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Accidentally, someone bumped into her.

His scissors tore through her coat, causing dirty, bloody clumps of cotton to fall out, emitting a nauseating smell.

People around her looked at her with disgust and disdain, covering their noses as they walked away from her.

From that day on, rumors spread through the campus about Cheyenne’s unkempt appearance. Everyone assumed she had accidentally stained her clothes during her menstrual cycle, even dying the cotton inside the coat red.

For young girls just starting junior high, many were naïve about such matters. Cheyenne was shocked when she first discovered bloodied cotton inside her coat.

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old and tattered lady, carrying a bag with a blue checkered pattern. The old lady

her two bills, then walked into the mansion, carrying the bag

later, Malaya handed her two “new clothes,” one of

time, Cheyenne followed her all the

a huge

waste, bloodied needles,

children came to scavenge through the trash, picking up clothes to wash

Cheyenne opened a black plastic bag at

open, she glimpsed something drenched in blood. It was a clump of severed human limbs, a head separated from its body, with red blood mingled with white brain matter. Some resembled bodies that were six or seven months old, almost

that Cheyenne was also one of the trash collectors, mocked her for being startled. After all, these were all discarded waste from the gynecology

families, so they hurriedly had abortions. Since they couldn’t afford a cemetery

toilet using medication-induced abortion. For pregnancies further along, they had to undergo surgical procedures, during which the doctors used forceps to forcibly dismember the

to be sent to the crematorium. So, they were packed in black plastic bags and treated as medical

trash was worth collecting. She even boasted that she had sold a bag of clothes from a child who

second-hand market, she would only fetch a few

second condition was simple. She wanted Malaya and Nora to

breakdown. She couldn’t bear the thought of wearing clothes laden with bacteria and viruses. She had always been delicate, and how could she wear

those clothes and knew exactly where they came from. Tearfully, she begged George to help her. She couldn’t wear them. What if she got

but Miss Lawrence can? What a mean stepmother.” Iker said with a hint of hostility, thinking about his three stepmothers, his voice tinged with anger. The mention

clothes. Now it was their

Cheyenne burned most of those clothes, leaving only two sets as mementos, stored at the bottom of

maid quickly took