She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: I Should Have Let You Marry Nora Instead

The silent flame between the two women was burning slowly, and even the discerning eye could see that they were not getting along.

Regardless, Juliana was a guest, and it was inappropriate for Emelia to speak like this in front of others.

Old Mr. Foley also gave Emelia a stern look and replied unkindly, "If you have nothing to do here, go back and read your books. Don't embarrass me here."

"Grandpa!"

Emelia stamped her foot in anger, her face turning red like a ripe apple.

She turned around and left.

Rex also felt his face turn red with embarrassment. "Foley, it's my fault for not raising my daughter properly. You've gone through a lot today. Take good care of your health, and I'll come to visit you again in the future."

"Well..."

He had been so happy when his old friend came to visit him unexpectedly but never expected such an incident to occur.

"Okay then, Kelvin... please escort Rex out."

Kelvin nodded coldly and said, "Mr. Chambers, please."

Rex looked at him disdainfully before saying, "No need, Mr. Foley, you are busy with work. I don't want to disturb you. It's better for you to spend time with your family than entertain me."

To everyone's surprise, Kelvin didn't get angry. Instead he nodded sincerely, "Hmm".

Rex left the room, leaving only the grandfather and grandson behind. The old man hadn't eaten a single bite of food and hadn't even taken a sip of water.

Kelvin took the bowl of congee brought in by the maid and sat by the bedside. He had never cared for anyone before, and his movements were somewhat clumsy as he held the bowl and scooped up a spoonful, bringing it to his grandfather's mouth.

The old man struggled to sit up and took a hesitant bite, saying with a sigh, "I've lived for so many years, and I've fallen to the point where someone has to feed me."

It seemed that as he grew older, he regressed.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Kelvin's dark, ink-like eyes softened, and his voice became gentler. "Grandfather, you're just unwell. It's not a fall from grace. You need to focus on getting better."

When it came to his illness, old Mr. Foley sighed again. He had endured a tough first half of his life, leaving him with many internal injuries. Years of physical labor and strain had taken their toll, and he had been suffering from this illness for two or three decades. Cheyenne had managed to stabilize it, but a complete cure was nearly impossible.

He looked up weakly and gave Kelvin a pointed glance, his eyes filled with a sincere sense of regret. "There are only two things on my mind now."

Kelvin inquired, "What are they?"

As he spoke, he looked up weakly at him with eyes full of frustration and disappointment. "What's the matter?"

"Firstly, I want to see your child born before I die... but I guess that's not going to happen."

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, his lips twitching slightly as he remained silent.

He couldn't promise such a thing. He didn't want to force himself into marrying a woman whom he didn't love just for the sake of having an heir.

"Secondly, I've always felt guilty towards Cheyenne. The Lawrence family originally wanted you to marry Nora, but it was me and Layne who convinced them to let Cheyenne be your wife instead because I could see that she truly loved you."