She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 559: I'll Beg Her

The Owen family, though considered wealthy, couldn't compare to those established industrial families when it came to influence. Fifty million was almost equivalent to Leah's five years' income.

She stomped her foot in frustration, evading her grandfather's reproachful gaze with a sense of grievance. Through gritted teeth, she insisted, "I won't compensate. If anyone should, it should be Cheyenne." Kyson abruptly interrupted her, his voice stern and cold. "Enough! Don't you understand what you did wrong? Leah, you've been regressing these past few years. I've decided that these fifty million will be deducted from your account."

"Grandfather!"

"You don't have a say here."

It was the first time Cheyenne had seen Kyson angry. During their time together, the elderly man either had a indifferent face or a mischievous smile.

She hadn't expected his anger to be so terrifying and intimidating.

After obtaining the fifty million, Malaya satisfiedly lowered her voice. With a smug look, she said to Cheyenne, "I'll let you off today, but my Nora must receive the best care here. Otherwise, I'll expose this matter and tarnish your reputation."

Cheyenne shrugged indifferently, her voice icy. "Go ahead and expose it. I don't care. After all, this hospital isn't run by me."

Saying that, she elegantly covered her lips with a hand and let out a graceful yawn.

Taking two steps forward, she suddenly turned back, offering a friendly reminder to Malaya. "If you want to make a report, please do it quickly. It's already Friday today, and I'd like to leave work early so I don't have to come next week."

Upon hearing this, the passersby nearly burst into laughter. The director of the hospital was indeed too casual. It was clear that she was working here under duress.

Even Kyson, who was still in the midst of his anger, couldn't help but smile upon hearing those words. Maintaining a serious face on purpose, he said, "Maybe you don't care, but this hospital can't collapse. Otherwise, when my brother comes back, you'll leave him with no occupation?"

Cheyenne lightly chuckled as she caressed her delicate chin, her voice languid. "Well, Jonathan is at the age to receive his retirement funds. I'm just helping him liberate his hands and discover a new life." Look at how she portrayed laziness so nobly, to the point where Malaya was momentarily speechless by her harsh words. If she were to expose Leah's lack of medical skills, it would undoubtedly expose the incident of Nora's miscarriage, which was highly detrimental to her.

However, if she were to quietly accept the money and settle the matter, she would be unwilling to let Cheyenne get away without paying any price.

While Malaya hesitated about what to do, she caught sight of a tall figure preparing to leave the hospital from the corner of her eye. Her expression changed immediately.

The child was his, and Nora was still unconscious. How could he leave

me,

with Cheyenne. What she was worried about now was something else entirely. Quickly

and

Police Station.

know who I

Parry Group. You trash really think you

please save me! These idiots dared to take away

originally loud and sharp voice grew hoarse and

she kept on cursing

brother is, all

baton struck the metal railing, creating a loud noise that seemed even

iron door, the

ears in frustration and walked out of the interrogation room. He entered the designated smoking area and coincidentally

familiar tone, he said, "Hey, buddy.

voice

his slender and well-defined hand passed over a metal vintage lighter. It was square-shaped and engraved with the portrait of a

looked admiringly, his face filled with envy. "This lighter is really beautiful. Where did you buy it? I'll

smoke leisurely, his narrow, cold eyes staring at the smoke rings

was a gift from

"Your girlfriend, I suppose!"

Gordon didn't answer.

Click.

one hand and flicked the switch with the other thumb. A serene blue flame resembling a dancing elf suddenly appeared before his eyes. He tilted his head slightly,

his lungs,

if savoring a rare

he handed the lighter back to the