She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558: Lack of Skills

Cheyenne's eyes narrowed as she quickly grabbed Malaya's wrist and forcefully pushed her in the opposite direction. Caught off guard, the woman stumbled and fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at the cold and proud young girl standing before her.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Cheyenne crossed her arms, her pretty face frozen with frostiness as she looked down at the woman sitting on the ground.

Malaya, unable to land a successful blow, gathered her strength for a second attack. Rising from the ground, she raised her bag and swung it towards Cheyenne.

"It's all because of you, you jinx! If it weren't for you, Nora wouldn't have miscarried. Rot in hell, Cheyenne!"

She roared and charged forward, her momentum like a raging flood.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne's mind went blank.

What! Nora had a miscarriage?

How could that...?

Could it be that Leah made a mistake during the operation?

In the moment of her daze, a glimmer of murderous intent flashed in Malaya's eyes, and her bloodshot eyes turned crimson.

Just as Cheyenne was about to be hit, Leah rushed forward and shouted, "Cheyenne, be careful!"

This call finally brought her back to reality.

The bag was less than ten centimeters away from her. Cheyenne squinted her beautiful almond eyes, unmoving, and stared back at Malaya.

"Wanna see if you can hit me?"

Malaya suddenly froze. She didn't know whether to continue her attack or lower her raised hand.

Did Cheyenne have another trick up her sleeve, daring to stand there without dodging or ducking?

If she struck first, would she end up disadvantaged in court?

After contemplating all these thoughts, Malaya gave up.

Little did she know that Cheyenne had seized upon her timid and hesitant nature. That was why Cheyenne dared to act this way, and the outcome unfolded just as she had expected.

Malaya didn't dare to strike.

At that moment, Leah caught up. She was still wearing the blue surgical gown, and sweat drenched her temples, rolling down her pale and beautiful forehead.

Stunned, Malaya fixated her eyes on the horrifying bloodstains on Leah's clothes.

All of that was her precious daughter's blood!

"What's going on?" Cheyenne turned around and coldly asked Leah.

The latter bowed her head in guilt, stuttering, "I... I don't know what happened. I tried everything, but it didn't work... The child couldn't be saved."

Just a few minutes away. Leah choked back tears.

Suddenly, the meaningful words Cheyenne had said to her before leaving echoed in her mind. She realized what had happened and, burning with anger, grabbed Cheyenne's collar.

"It's you! You knew from the beginning that the child couldn't be saved, didn't you?"

"That's why you leave so easily. You deliberately framed me!"

Her groundless accusation made Cheyenne feel unjustly accused. She looked down at the hand gripping her collar with an indifferent expression.