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.

up, she

to Onistead for an exam and,

the way 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

there was one thing that Cheyenne couldn't understand no matter how

it, she felt the faint heartbeat 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

Cheyenne was something Benson had never seen before. His gaze fell upon her belly, and his deep-set eyes narrowed, a fleeting hint of darkness passing

vanished in

destined to be born without a father,

parted his lips and

child would be related to Cheyenne...

Adrian had mentioned that she had been poisoned

forcefully

significant harm to her body. After careful consideration, the decision to terminate the pregnancy

without saying

turned her head and quietly looked at the snowy scene outside the window. This child was not

he looked at the child, there was no trace of joy in his eyes, only pain and hesitation... If he were truly the child's father, why would he display such emotions? On the other hand, Cheyenne was certain

for Benson were that of a sister's affection

believed that she was not someone who would engage

of her own feelings, she would never give herself to

was the

a sharp pain in her heart

overthink things, Benson embraced her shoulders from behind and guided her

it. We still need to go to the hospital

"Mmm."

hospital was bustling with

the obstetrics 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

her