He coldly replied to her words, his deep-set eyes showing no hint of pity, only endless chilliness.
Grandpa was right; how could Abbie have the nerve to come to the Foley mansion? After all, she was the one who had killed his and Cheyenne's child. If it weren't for the fact that she was his lifesaver, Kelvin might have killed her long ago.
As for why Grandpa didn't like her? She knew that too.
In front of Grandpa, displaying her wealth was like teaching a tycoon how to make money.
Grandpa had been a poor boy when he was young. Before marrying Grandma, he had a first love, a girl from a wealthy family. They were separated because the girl's parents disliked the poor and loved the rich.
Since that day, Grandpa vowed to become a superior person. He did it, rising from a man with nothing to the center of power.
Later, when he felt he could start a retirement life, he retired. He made the Foley family become the richest one in Akloit.
Old Mr. Foley, in his youth, was a ruthless and decisive person with deep calculations. Having seen countless people, he could easily see someone's character just by a glance.
So, he was well aware of what Abbie was thinking and plotting against.
However, he was old now, and as long as it wasn't too much, he could choose to turn a blind eye.
...
In the second-floor bedroom, knowing that old Mr. Foley hadn't eaten enough, Cheyenne sat in the chair opposite him, casually picking up an apple. With a graceful and steady hand, she used a fruit knife to peel the apple.
Her head slightly lowered, dense, curly eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. Her fair face appeared indifferent, while her movements were obedient and charming.
Old Mr. Foley lay on the bed, sighing deeply. He felt somewhat annoyed. "Cheyenne, you are just too calm. But don't be afraid; I will always stand by your side."
"Grandpa, look."
Cheyenne suddenly looked up, holding up a long piece of apple peel, offering it to him like a treasure.
Uniform thickness, continuous and intact.
Old Mr. Foley was rendered speechless.
This silly child, did she really think he could be coaxed like a child?
When Kelvin entered, Cheyenne had already picked up the second apple to peel. She did it quietly and seriously, as if the thing in her hand wasn't an apple, but a work of art.
The scene was static but exceptionally harmonious and warm. Grandpa lay on the bed, eating apples while watching TV. She moved her long and beautiful fingers slowly, not blinking.
Kelvin's footsteps unconsciously lightened, afraid of disturbing the two. Involuntarily, he also thought about whether Cheyenne had accompanied Grandpa like this when he wasn't around.
He had known her for five years, and it seemed that every time she had something on her mind, she liked to peel apples.
His mind wandered to the past
"Honey, let me peel an apple for you."
"Don't bother me!"
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