Female Novel
Chapter 238: She Carried My Child
Chapter 238: She Carried My Child
At the Foley Group's top floor conference room, Chris suddenly informed Kelvin that Cody's tenpercent share had been transferred to someone else. That person was Abbie, whom he knew.
Upon hearing this news, Kelvin felt like she was joking around. She was in bad health, and shouldn'tget involved in company business.
Chris rubbed his strong chin and thought that this could be a good thing from a certain perspective.
Cody had previously used his shares and experience in the company to call himself an elder and goagainst Mr. Foley behind his back. He even formed cliques privately, seriously affecting thecompany's atmosphere. Mr. Foley didn't deal with him at first to give him a chance while hoping hewould change his ways.
Who knew that Cody's greed would only grow stronger as he instigated other shareholders tooppose Kelvin's iron-fisted rule? He left during the meeting in front of everyone.
Kelvin wanted to suppress him but then heard this news; he couldn't help but pause for a second.He had thought about helping Abbie regain her shares, but after all, it was a matter for the Berryfamily. Moreover, in the past few years, she hadn't shown much interest in it, and Kelvin, concernedabout her health, had refrained from bringing it up again.
He hadn't expected that the gentle and timid Abbie could actually retrieve the shares from Cody.This surprised Kelvin; he underestimated Abbie.
"Given what has happened now, we need to hold a meeting with all shareholders present andexplain what happened," said Kelvin as he looked down at his watch on his wrist.
It was already half-past eight, and he hadn't slept a wink last night. His mind was filled withCheyenne's heart-wrenching words delivered with a quivering voice.
When they first talked about divorce, it was because he no longer wanted anything more thanseeing her face.
He didn't believe Cheyenne would obediently listen if asked for divorce since according to herpersonality she might do many things just trying hard to please him.
However, reality proved otherwise: Cheyenne left gracefully and even messed with variousexcellent men.
Kelvin sneered at how stupid she acted just trying hard to get attention from him.
He vividly remembered a time when he had been away on a two-month business trip due to hisbusy work schedule. Just as he had finished a day of meetings, he received a call from Cheyenne.She had claimed to be gravely ill, on the brink of death, and begged him to return to sign somedocuments.
Kelvin ignored her, thinking she was playing tricks again until his grandpa called two days latertelling him Cheyenne got pregnant!
His heart jumped with shock and anger!
How was this possible? Every time they had sex, he never stayed inside her. Could it be thatCheyenne did something to secretly try to get pregnant with his child?
Regardless, he wasn't ready to be a father. That year, Abbie just returned home and heard that hewas married; she became depressed and almost committed suicide.
Kelvin spent most of his time helping her make appointments with doctors. If it weren't for hisgrandfather's phone call, he wouldn't have come back.
When he returned home, however, everything was a lie. Cheyenne was sitting on the bed while hisgrandfather told jokes beside her. There wasn't even a child - it was just an excuse she made up tobring him back.
"Cheyenne, do you enjoy lying?" Kelvin asked angrily as tears filled the young girl's eyes.
In frustration, Kelvin flew back to Enofone where he worked for half a year before returning home.
Yesterday night when he couldn't sleep, he opened Cheyenne's diary again.
He read carefully until September 5th 2017 where she wrote only one sentence: "It cameunexpectedly and left suddenly; maybe because I'm not a good mommy."
Attached was an abortion surgery sheet from the hospital with "9 weeks pregnant; fetal stoppage"written in black letters on white paper under conclusion section where another man named Bensonsigned as family member agreeing for the procedure.
September 2017 marked their fourth month of marriage. Seeing that sheet made Kelvin feel blankas if all thoughts disappeared from his mind while staring at it deeply wondering why their childstopped growing inside Cheyenne's womb?novelbin
He couldn't help but wonder how frightened and desperate she must have felt when she cried andbegged for him to come back to sign those documents over the phone. And yet, he had callouslyturned her down.
Three years ago, she was just an 18-year-old girl. Suddenly being informed of a pregnancy, only toexperience a miscarriage, was devastating for Cheyenne.
The name "Benson" in the signature line felt like a thorn piercing into Kelvin's heart - it should havebeen him who signed there instead of Benson's name. He began feeling guilty about how poorly hetreated Cheyenne over these past few years since they got married.
What happened three years ago? To find out answers, he called one of the doctors involved insurgery late at night who agreed to meet him this morning .
The tall and sturdy figure suddenly stood up, blocking out most of the light outside the window.Against the light, he appeared even more cold and silent in his black suit, making it difficult to lookdirectly at him.
Chris was startled by Mr. Foley's sudden change, staring at the man as he picked up his phone fromthe table and walked towards the door with his long legs.
"Mr. Foley, it's work hours now and we have a shareholder meeting coming up soon. Where are yougoing?"
Without turning his head back, Kelvin's icy voice came through, "I'm taking a leave of absence. I'llbe back before the meeting."
A leave of absence?
Was he joking?
Chris had been following Mr. Foley for almost ten years now, but this was his first time taking aleave.
That dark figure had already walked far away by now; soon after that, a black Rolls-Royce left fromthe parking lot in front of their company building.
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A luxurious car pulled up in front of an extremely old residential complex; everyone turned to lookwith envy on their faces.
In the car, the man gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while the other held a cigarette. Withpracticed ease, he lit the cigarette, and his slender fingers held it to his lips.
He took a deep breath before slowly exhaling blue smoke from between his lips.
His eyes were as deep and unfathomable, radiating an icy glint.
Someone knocked on car window.
Kelvin opened the door; the middle-aged man sat down on the passenger seat next to him withoutany hesitation.
The man looked like he was around forty-five years old wearing a white coat, with his hair slightlygrayed at temples and glasses perched atop his nose bridge.
He looked up at Kelvin, felt uneasy and stuttered, "Mr. Foley, what can I do for you?"
It had been three years since he left Hopedale Hospital, and now he was an OB-GYN.
Someone paid him hush money to require him to keep the incident three years ago to himself, andthen arranged him to work somewhere else.