She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 671: Selah, the Genius of the Edwards Family

Cheyenne grunted softly, indicating that she didn't need to worry about the pain. She instructed Yvonne to massage it with medicinal brews, assuring her that everything would be fine.

After all, Yvonne was not a medical professional, so she followed Cheyenne's instructions clumsily, like an inexperienced student, step by step. Unfortunately, most of the skilled medical practitioners here were men, and the bruises on Cheyenne's body were in relatively hidden places. She couldn't handle them herself, so she had to rely on Yvonne.

After applying a hot towel, they poured one-third of a bowl of white wine. They burned some Panax notoginseng, crushed it into powder, and added it to the bowl.

Yvonne lit the wine with a lighter and quickly scooped it up with her hand, vigorously massaging the bruised area. This could promote blood circulation and stimulate the meridians, which would help the wound heal faster and reduce the pain. Otherwise, Cheyenne would have to sleep on her side tonight.

Yvonne's care made Cheyenne feel a hint of maternal warmth. In a place where she couldn't see, Cheyenne's eyes became slightly red. She remembered the unusual behavior of the wild man when she mentioned her mother, Selah, which piqued her curiosity about her mom.

Suddenly, she tilted her head, and her pure and fair face was enveloped in a faint golden glow under the light. Her skin was so smooth that not even pores could be seen. Cheyenne appeared with rosy lips, white teeth, and bright, beautiful eyes. She was like a living doll.

A soft feeling of affection rose in Yvonne's heart. Everyone enjoyed seeing beautiful things. She believed that most girls were enthusiastic about dressing up their dolls when they were young, and this childhood joy was manifested in dressing up their own daughters when they grew up.

Yvonne hadn't married or given birth, so she couldn't experience such joy naturally. However, every time she attended a gathering and saw her friends with their daughters or granddaughters, who looked like little princesses, she couldn't help but feel envious.

Now, seeing Cheyenne's exquisite appearance and fair complexion, just lying there motionless like a delicate doll, made her feel itchy in her heart. She really wanted to comb her hair and buy clothes for her... her affection for Cheyenne grew stronger.

"Cheyenne, if it hurts, just tell me. Don't bear it," Yvonne said.

"I'm fine," Cheyenne replied.

understood a profound truth - a child

when you were young? What kind of person was she?" Cheyenne asked this question, momentarily leaving Yvonne stunned. Her movements slowed down, and the blue flames on her fingertips lingered for a while. Feeling a slight burn, she snapped out of

time, nearly twenty years in the blink of an eye. Time had passed to the point where only a vague impression

certainly seen her. She was a very good and capable person, intelligent and beautiful, but most importantly, kind," Yvonne

since I was young is that she was a fool," Cheyenne said, her eyes filled with anger, resentment, and

corners of her eyes, her

the opinions of average people, Cheyenne. Your mother was the true genius

were known. Even your grandfather never discovered the secrets of the last

who treated the President. She had just turned eighteen at the

the time when she discovered the secrets of

Cheyenne's mother, who was referred to as a "foolish

The so-called groundbreaking

to

of Metshire visited Chulae

his way, he fell victim to an assassination attempt and suddenly collapsed during a state banquet, experiencing cardiac arrest. Content befongs

ordinary. The success rate of a heart transplant was less than ten percent, and given the tense relations

traditional medicine. The four halls gathered together,

President was on the verge of dying, numerous conspiracy theories began to circulate, and public opinion turned against