She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443: He Seemed to See the Future Her

The man in front of him clearly had a handsome and extraordinary face. He was dressed in a black suit, possessing a body and wealth that made many women go crazy. However, when Cheyenne looked at him, she felt a wave of disgust rise in her heart. In her eyes, Davon had a beastly nature, far from being considered human.

His lips curved into an elegant and graceful smile as he walked up to Cheyenne and stopped. "Miss Lawrence, I didn't expect you to come. Thank you."

Cheyenne stared at the hand he extended but didn't respond. Her gaze turned dark as she changed the subject. "Why did Madam Erica suddenly pass away?"

The man's large hand awkwardly remained suspended in the air. He withdrew it with a slight coldness that flashed and disappeared in his eyes. "I'm not quite sure about that either. I received the news this morning. I wasn't home last night."

"She swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills."

His voice was rough and hoarse, filled with exhaustion and a sense of pain.

Kai, holding a pair of crying twins, pushed open the door with a white funeral flag hanging outside and strode over.

Master Lewis' delicate face was covered in glistening tears, his watery eyes fixed on the mourning hall, seemingly a bit fearful as he choked on sobs.

As for Erica's daughter, she was crying and calling for her mother.

The heart-wrenching cries were beginning to take a toll, leaving Cheyenne feeling helpless and pained.

The twins lost their mother before they even turned three.

Kai turned around and temporarily handed the little girl to Thalia, who secretly pinched the waist of the little girl with force.

The cries of the girl intensified, and she helplessly forced out a smile. "Well... I haven't taken care of children for over 20 years. Davon wasn't as cry-prone when she was little."

Seeing Kai's impatiently knitted eyebrows, Thalia smirked knowingly.

Now that Erica, that wretched woman, was dead, even if her husband adored the twins, it was impossible for him to personally care for them. He was always busy with external matters. If he returned home to find the children crying like this, his patience and affection would eventually wear thin. By then, it would be easy for her to mold and manipulate the twins as she pleased.

Perhaps Thalia had yet to know that the twins that she wanted to develop as pampered children were her very own grandchildren.

However, Davon was well aware that these were his children. When he saw the little girl gasping for breath as she cried in her mother's arms, he couldn't help but reprimand his mother.

"Mom, she's still young. Be more gentle when you hold her."

"Alright, alright, I got it. I'll take the girl out for a walk first. You can talk."

Thalia carried the girl and turned to walk towards the door, letting the maid help hold Lewis.

"Lewis."

Hearing Thalia call his name, the little one ran towards Cheyenne, opening his arms and clinging onto Cheyenne's thigh without letting go. His wet, pleading eyes looked incredibly pitiful.

The maid stood in front of Cheyenne, wearing a troubled expression, not knowing what to do for a moment.