She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Waiting to Inherit the Fortune

She sighed softly and said, "What a pity."

"What's wrong?" Davon asked curiously with an expressionless face.

"It's just that I don't know anything about medicine. When my grandfather was treating Master Iker, I could only hand him tools while standing by his side."

Cheyenne played with her delicate and fair hands, crossing her fingers as she looked at him with a pair of bright and adorable almond-shaped eyes.

"Yesterday when the medicine was delivered, my grandfather told me that Master Iker's condition wasn't good. Maybe..." she hesitated to speak.

"What is it? Miss Lawrence, please save my brother," Davon said excitedly as he placed his big hand on Cheyenne's arm.

Through the thin layer of fabric, he felt her warmth. Her soft arms were like cotton candy and made him want to squeeze them hard.

"Master Davon, don't get too excited. My grandfather said, there is no cure for your brother's disease and he can only maintain his life by taking the medicine," Cheyenne explained calmly.

"I see." Davon couldn't help feeling a hint of schadenfreude. However, his mood quickly changed when Cheyenne spoke again.

"It's really despicable that a maid in Master Iker's villa tried to harm him by poisoning his food. If I found out who's behind it, I'll make sure he regret it!" she exclaimed angrily.

Speaking of which, the maid was the spy that Davon put in Iker's Estate, whose identity wasn't discovered for two years, but Cheyenne exposed that maid so soon. He wondered if Cheyenne accidentally made it or if she already knew something else?

If it was the latter case, then it would be a shame that he had to finish such a beautiful woman.

"Miss Lawrence, you're right. It's despicable. I had no idea there was such a vicious maid in my brother's house."

He slammed his hand on the stone table in anger, making a dull sound. Cheyenne glanced at his palm and saw that it was red and swollen, but she kept a calm expression on her face.

"I heard that Miss Lawrence caught the maid that day?"

"You're really sharp. How did you find out?"

Cheyenne rolled her eyes inwardly at the impatience of Davon. He was already pressuring her for the "truth."

"It was just a coincidence. I went downstairs to get some water and saw the maid crying after breaking a bowl."

"At first it didn't seem like a big deal, but then she brought Master Iker some food that clearly wasn't cooked long enough. When I asked her to redo it, she refused, which is why your older brother noticed something was off."

Seeing how proud she looked while saying this made Davon snort coldly inside. It turned out she found it out just by sheer luck.

Iker sure lucked out being saved by her... but next time he wouldn't be that lucky.

"Miss Lawrence, no matter what, it sounds very risky. You must protect yourself. Perhaps... the person behind all this has set their sights on you!" He spoke lightly, but Cheyenne's face turned pale as she grabbed his arm.

Her chin trembled visibly and she closed her eyes, looking extremely frightened.

"... Master Davon, please protect me."

"I'm still young. I'm only twenty-one this year. By the way, I just got divorced and haven't found my second husband yet. I don't want to die."

"My grandfather also said that when he died, all of his antiques would be mine. I'm still waiting to inherit them."

Cheyenne spoke with a pitiful and sincere tone.

Listening carefully to her words made Davon speechless.