She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 583: The Child Isn't Benson's

The winter sunshine was bright, and outside the window, pure white snowflakes floated down from the azure sky.

Through the glass window, Cheyenne opened her bright, dark eyes, watching the snowflakes falling before her. She blinked without averting her gaze, observing them intently, and her hand instinctively reached out to catch them.

Without a doubt, her fingertips touched the chill of ice.

It was then that Cheyenne snapped back to reality, and a faint smile curled up on her rosy lips, mocking herself for being a little crazy.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her shoulder.

She lowered her head and saw a pale blue plaid scarf draped over her shoulder.

Following that distinctively large hand, her gaze met a pair of warm and captivating light brown eyes, reflecting a hint of snow, resembling the clear and cold moonlight on a late autumn night.

"Benson."

"Yeah, how can you just wear a sweater in such cold weather? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Cheyenne adjusted the scarf on her shoulder with her hand and lightly smiled at him, her lips pursed. "It's okay, I'm not cold. By the way, Benson, are your eyes... really healed by me?" Why did she find it so incredible?

Her memory after she was eighteen was lost, but she vaguely remembered that he should have been blind.

She didn't know what was happening to herself. Her mind felt hazy, and countless fragments of memories intertwined chaotically.

Among these chaotic memories, Cheyenne felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if she had forgotten something very important.

But every time she tried to concentrate, a voice deep within her soul would tirelessly tell her, "Forget it, everything starts anew and it's just fine."

The return of light brought a slight cheerfulness to Benson compared to before. He gently touched his own eyes and parted his lips. "Cheyenne, you've slept for too long, so you've forgotten." "Is that so?" Cheyenne still had some self-doubt. She felt like she had slept for a century, a seemingly endless slumber.

waking up, she found herself

to Onistead for an exam and, she had also registered for the national medical

there, she had already mastered the Thirteen Needles technique and had spared no expense to obtain the Rejuvenated Herb, using it to heal Benson's eyes. He

that Cheyenne couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried. She looked down at

of a child through her abdomen... for a

of sadness. She had an intuitive feeling that this inexplicable emotion was related to the child in her belly. "What about the child in my belly? Why do I have

lowered her head with tenderness, a silver glow enveloped her entire being. This side of Cheyenne was something Benson had never seen before. His gaze fell upon her belly, and his deep-set eyes narrowed, a fleeting hint

vanished in an

born without a father, so why should they

eyes, he hesitated. He parted his lips and uttered a resolute conclusion. "Cheyenne, this

had figured it out. The child would be related to Cheyenne... and for that reason, he could be the

mentioned that she had been poisoned before and had undergone

forcefully terminated

After careful consideration, the decision to terminate the pregnancy

without saying a

at the snowy scene outside the window. This

he were truly the child's father, why would he display such emotions?

were that of a sister's

believed that she was not

certain of her own feelings, she would never give herself to

the father of

feel a sharp pain in her

that Cheyenne would overthink things, Benson embraced her shoulders from behind and guided

thinking about it. We still need to

"Mmm."

hospital was bustling with

to call their names. The

gently touched her long hair and softly instructed,