She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: The Foley Family History

Layne only told Cheyenne about the art exhibition the next morning.

Without saying anything, he urged her to get up and get dressed quickly so they could go out together.

Cheyenne, of course, didn't really want to go. She had been running around between the Todd mansion and the Lawrence Villa for the past few days since recovering from a serious illness, and she was feeling a bit tired.

"Cheyenne, can you bear to let me go alone to attend the exhibition?" The old man's voice came through on the phone in a mournful tone that sounded pitiful no matter how you listened to it.

"I can," Cheyenne replied.

As soon as she finished speaking, her grandfather's voice came through from the other end of the phone. "Alas, getting old is really too pitiful. Look at me - I don't know how to drive or ride an electric bike."

"Forget it. I'll beg for two dollars and take a bus," Layne said.

Cheyenne worried that if he went out by himself on public transportation, he wouldn't be able to find his way back home.

She got up by lifting off her covers and put on slippers before saying, "Okay. You wait for me at the Lawrence Villa's doorstep in twenty minutes; I'll be ready soon."

The next moment, Layne's voice immediately became cheerful again. "I knew you are a filial granddaughter! Great! Actually I'm already waiting in the lobby; you're just still sleeping."

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The Foley Villa.

The grand hall looked empty. Old Mr. Foley stared at the flowers in the yard for a while, leaned on his cane and returned to the sofa in the hall, flipping through newspapers on the table.

He found that they were all articles he had read before and lost interest immediately.

Muttering to himself, he said, "It's more lively when Cheyenne is around. At least when she comes over, she can accompany me to play chess."

Kelvin was too busy; they rarely had time to play chess together. As for Corey, he was known for being bad at it and old Mr. Foley didn't like playing with him either.

Thinking about it again and again made him miss Cheyenne even more.

If Kelvin hadn't divorced her yet, maybe he could have welcomed his great-grandchild by year-end!

Just as he felt bored out of his mind, his son Corey came back with a handsome face full of sorrowful expression wearing a black suit from outside while holding a red invitation card in his hand.

"Father," Corey greeted before heading upstairs to his room.

"Stop right there and come sit down," old Mr. Foley interrupted, waving his hand.

Corey obediently walked over and sat in front of the old man.

He felt like a little schoolboy being called out by the teacher, which made old Mr. Foley look even more annoyed.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

To be honest, how could Corey not be afraid of him?

When he was young, he had been scolded and beaten by his father many times. Even after getting married, he was often brought before the family shrine to receive punishment from his father.

Fortunately, after Kelvin was born, old Mr. Foley shifted his focus onto Kelvin and used the same methods on him instead. That boy turned out to have some talent and grew up strong under the old man's guidance.

Gradually, Kelvin stopped being afraid of his grandfather and even began to surpass him in some ways.

"I'm not afraid of you, Father; I respect you," Corey replied softly.