She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: But He Looked Up At The Moon

Abbie didn't dare to speak, but she couldn't help feeling annoyed when she heard old Mr. Foley speaking well of Cheyenne. After all, Abbie was the one who loved Kelvin the most!

"I don't care, you have to go and bring Cheyenne back for me, or else I won't eat dinner tonight," said old Mr. Foley.

In one moment he was a fierce old man, and in the next he was like a child who never grew up.

But Kelvin remained cold as usual.

Impatiently he said, "I've told you that we're divorced and there's no chance of us getting back together. Grandpa, please give it up."

With that, he stood up decisively and grabbed his suit jacket before heading upstairs.

The hall was suddenly empty except for an angry old Mr. Foley and a nervous Abbie.

What should she do now that Kelvin had left?

Trying to please the old man, Abbie smiled lightly at him. "Grandpa, don't be angry anymore. Kelvin has his reasons."

"What reasons?" asked old Mr. Foley.

"I know Miss Lawrence is an excellent person, but I didn't expect her to have so many men around her who seem quite close to her," whispered Abbie while staring at her slender fingers with a slight smile on her lips.

She expected an astonished expression from old Mr. Foley followed by his disgust towards Cheyenne, but instead he laughed proudly while stroking his sparse beard. "I knew that Cheyenne was popular. Well, Kelvin is indeed not good enough for her."

Abbie was shocked and angry at the old man's biased comment. How could he say that Kelvin wasn't good enough for Cheyenne? It was clearly the other way around.

"Alright, I'm getting a bit tired now. Miss Berry, please feel free to leave," the old man said as he slowly got up from his seat with his cane.

He left the grand hall, leaving Abbie alone on the sofa with a purple face. She couldn't leave just yet.

"Old Mr. Foley, I... I suddenly feel a bit tight in my chest. Can I sit here for a while to catch my breath?" Abbie asked as she placed her hand over her chest in an attempt to look convincing.

Little did she know that old Mr. Foley despised these delicate and weak girls who acted like they were about to faint at any moment.

But he couldn't just kick her out either; it would be too heartless of him.

"Joe, since Miss Berry isn't feeling well, prepare one of our guest rooms for her temporarily," old Mr. Foley instructed before leaving.

Upon hearing this, Abbie smiled. "Thank you, Grandfather," she said softly.

"Miss Berry, please follow me."

The old butler appeared to be around fifty years old with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He was a man of few words and even his black suit was the most traditional and outdated style.

He led Abbie up the stairs and through a long hallway. The entire second floor had a semi-circular design with red carpeting and antique pumpkin-shaped chandeliers hanging from the walls. Everywhere exuded elegance and sophistication. Even just one of the paintings on the wall would fetch a high price if sold outside.

Abbie had known Kelvin for ten years but it was her first time visiting this old mansion. She had requested to visit the Foley mansion, but old Mr. Foley never agreed to meet her before now. She spent ten years of waiting.

As they walked, the butler stopped at a room door where he turned around to face Abbie under dim light; his wrinkled face resembling deep grooves in soil while sporting an elongated scar across his forehead down to cheekbone level.

Though it had long scabbed over, it clung to his face like an ugly centipede. It looked extremely terrifying.

His voice was very hoarse, "Miss Berry, here we are."

This was the last room in the hallway.

The door opened, revealing a magnificent sight.

The guest rooms are all meticulously decorated, so one can imagine how luxurious Kelvin's room must be.

She persuaded herself to calm down, raised her head and glanced at the somewhat scary butler, "Butler, where does Kelvin live?"

Joe thought that Miss Berry was too impolite compared with Cheyenne. Before, Lady Cheyenne would call him Uncle Joe.

"It's opposite your room!"