She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 417: Cheyenne, Take Care of Yourself

Kelvin walked into the Foley mansion’s grand hall, burdened with worries, not even hearing old Mr. Foley calling out to him. His mind was consumed with thoughts of why Vincent appeared at the hospital, leaving him startled when the old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

Old Mr. Foley’s face, wrinkled like tree bark, enlarged suddenly, and he stared at Kelvin with wide copper bell-like eyes before making a mischievous face.

Kelvin’s lips twitched, and he reluctantly pushed the old man aside. “Grandfather, if you don’t have anything important to say, you should go upstairs and rest… By the way, is Vincent back?”

The old man, bored as ever, ran his hand through his beard and shook his head, sighing. “You boring kid. Cheyenne is much better. She knows how to play along with me. If only I had a young great-grandchild to play with. Too bad you’re useless!”

He had the audacity to bring up the soup incident. Kelvin gritted his teeth; that soup kept him up all night, feeling both tired and hot, tossing and turning.

“Grandfather, just answer my question!” Kelvin demanded.

At his words, old Mr. Foley finally snapped back to attention. He glanced upstairs and then towards the front door before casually waving his hand. “He should be at the company. I haven’t seen him.”

“Do you need me to find him, Kelvin? He said he had a friend to meet and went out for coffee,” Emelia’s voice came from the staircase. She was wearing a Lolita-style lace doll dress with a large red bow on her head, slowly descending.

As she passed by the two men, a strong scent of perfume made old Mr. Foley sneeze uncontrollably. The sound was as loud as thunder, startling the servants outside the door, making them think a storm was about to brew.

Kelvin, with his composure intact, merely furrowed his brow.

you all dressed up to go?” old Mr. Foley asked, touching his own

courtesy. Her smile was sweet and adorable, completely masking her usual sharp and mean demeanor. “I’m going to the Parry family,”

Nora, tomorrow night would be Danielle’s birthday. For some reason, she had invited Emelia, although they

out that the Parry family had

wanted to quickly integrate into the circle, attending

and grabbed her fair, slender wrist, his gaze piercing like a hawk perched on a

a deep voice, he asked, “Where did you get

realizing it was the string of beads she wore on her wrist. She proudly raised her hand to show it off in front of Kelvin, her voice tinged with a hint of boastfulness. “Oh, this? It was a gift from Vincent. He says it’s made of rosewood and lavender-infused. It helps with sleep.” She had been having trouble sleeping lately, and wearing

as the one

Mr. Foley didn’t understand why his eldest grandson suddenly became interested in women’s stuff. He thought Kelvin wanted

He inwardly delighted.

grip on Emelia’s wrist and walked towards the study

and she resumed her bustling activities. First, she

received a call from Benson and

okay? Have they been giving you trouble? Don’t pay attention to those online people…” He rarely fretted

out, she hooked her arm with Benson’s and they sat together on the soft couch. “Benson,

realize he was holding. He reached out with his fair and warm hand, gently touching her

vacant eyes focused on her, reflecting her image

slightly, allowing his warm fingertips to trace over

her ears, filled with relief. “It’s been three years since I last saw you. You must have grown even