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.

she found

she accompanied him to Onistead for an exam and, she

that, but on the way there, she had already mastered the Thirteen Needles technique and had spared no expense to obtain the Rejuvenated Herb, using

matter how

faint heartbeat of a child through her abdomen... for a moment, the two hearts were intimately connected.

the child in her belly. "What about the child in my belly? Why do I have

Benson had never seen before. His gaze fell upon her belly, and

vanished

be born without a

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

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

been poisoned

forcefully

body. After careful

smiled without saying a

at the snowy scene outside the window. This child

hesitation... If he were

for Benson were that of a sister's affection for her brother, far from

firmly believed that she was not someone who

of her own feelings, she would never give herself to

the father of this

a sharp pain in her heart every

her

about it. We still need to go to the hospital

"Mmm."

hospital was

and gynecology department, it was unusually crowded. Couples filled the seats in the corridors, anxiously waiting for the nurses to call their names. The scent of disinfectant mixed with perfumes and the smell of cigarettes from the men, making

gently touched her long