She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Death Wish

"Malaya? Malaya, please wake up!"

"Mommy, don't scare me..."

The father and daughter urgently called out to their unconscious family member. They had arrived earlier in a pristine condition, but now they were leaving in disarray.

As she was about to leave, Nora stopped and looked back at Cheyenne. Her tearful eyes carried a venomous glare, and she left with a bitter threat, "Cheyenne, remember this well, I will definitely make you pay for this!"

Tanner frowned elegantly and coldly responded on Cheyenne's behalf, "Your mother fainted on her own. What does that have to do with Miss Lawrence?"

Cheyenne herself, however, wore a sweet and sensual smile, carrying a basin in her hand as she descended the stairs gracefully, getting closer with every step.

Nora instinctively took a couple of steps back as Cheyenne approached, replaying a phrase in her mind that made her heart pound: "If you want to enter vertically and leave horizontally, feel free to try."

Nora was intimidated by the imposing aura around Cheyenne, leaving with resentment while supporting the unconscious Malaya.

Upstairs, in the room, though it was Cheyenne's house, the interior decor was identical to that of Iker's bedroom at his villa. To the uninformed, it would seem like it belonged to the Todd mansion.

Davon stood by the bedside, casting a shadow over most of the person lying there. The man had his eyes tightly shut, and when he opened them, long and thick eyelashes flickered like a fan. In the instant he opened his eyes, a glint flashed across his pupils, imperceptible to anyone.

In the blink of an eye, his face seemed even paler than before. Whether it was an illusion or not, Davon felt that his brother's complexion looked much worse than before.

Weakened to the point where even speaking was an effort.

"Iker, how are you? How is it that just a few days apart, you've become so ill? Should I have Adrian take a look at you?"

He took Iker's big hand, inquiring with concern, as if he genuinely cared about his well-being.

At that moment, Adrian swiftly walked over and grabbed the corner of the blanket, preparing to pull it up. Just in time, another elderly hand pressed down on the blanket. Layne, not too pleased, scolded Adrian.

"Brother, you can't. Have you forgotten that the Recuperation Salve on the wound should not be exposed to the wind? It could cause a rash around the injury."

Adrian had a moment of confusion. They hadn't seen each other for over twenty years, and this term felt foreign after all those years...