She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin)

Chapter 262: Kelvin, You'Re Heartless

Chapter 262: Kelvin, You're Heartless

The room fell silent, so quiet that you could hear each person's breath clearly. Grandfather'sbreathing was long and labored, while Emelia's breathing was heavier due to her emotional state.Vincent, on the other hand, breathed calmly like a still lake.

If anyone in the room didn't care about Grandfather's life or death, it would be him. The morehypocritical someone is, the more they try to show how much they care. Franklin had tears and snotrunning down his face and almost wiped them onto his father's hand...

While Emelia shouted that Kelvin didn't care about Grandfather, she failed to consider what apatient really needed: rest.

Vincent played the role of a mediator standing between them with a calm smile on his face andpulled back an impulsive Emelia by her arm.

"Emelia," he said calmly. "How can you talk to Kelvin like this? Kelvin rew up under Grandfather'sguidance; how could he not care about Grandfather?"

As he spoke these words, there was darkness in his eyes that flashed with hidden emotions.

Emelia became even angrier and stood there pouting with crossed arms, muttering quietly, "I don'tsee he cares!"

She thought she muttered quietly enough for Kelvin not to hear her, but Kelvin heard every wordloud and clear.

He couldn't be bothered explaining himself nor did he want others watching him like some monkeydisplaying its emotions for everyone else's entertainment.

At the bedside, Corey, who was Kelvin's biological father, also looked over. There was a clearexpression of displeasure in his eyes, and his face, rarely cold, now wore a stern look.

"Kelvin," Corey asked coldly "aren't you going to come see your grandfather?"

Kelvin walked out of the room without looking back; his voice low and hoarse echoed throughspace. "No need."

"You bastard!" Corey yelled after him. "How did I give birth to such an unfeeling monster! When yourmother had her accident years ago, I knew then that you were heartless!"

When his biological mother had been rendered comatose before him, most other children wouldhave already burst into tears. But Kelvin managed to maintain his composure, instructing thedoctors to expedite the hospitalization and reach a conclusion as soon as possible.

This incident had always been a sore point for Corey. From a young age, his son had been distantfrom him, displaying a rebellious streak seemingly ingrained in his character. Even when he was achild, he reluctantly followed his grandfather's arrangements, but as he grew older and developedhis own identity, no one in the family could control him.

Taking over as the head of the Foley Group turned Kelvin's cold disposition into that of an utterlyruthless and unfeeling monster. His mind was filled with nothing but the dirty and convolutedcalculations of a typical businessman.

Corey, on the other hand, had a deep appreciation for traditional values, cherishing the idea of afather's kindness and a son's filial piety. Looking at Kelvin's demeanor, he feared that when his owndeathbed approached, his son wouldn't shed a single tear!

For his own kin, Kelvin was apparently less compassionate than he was for a stranger.

"Heartless?" Kelvin mused on this word, a strong undertone of irony flashing in his eyes, but quicklyvanishing.

How could Corey have the nerve to bring up his mother's situation? Back then, wasn't he supposedto understand why it happened better than anyone else? Kelvin didn't say it, but he felt ashamed ofit! He felt disgusted and even disdainful of himself for having such a sanctimonious father.

Corey and Kelvin started arguing, and Franklin, for once, was delighted by the spectacle. However,he made his joy a little too obvious and pretended to pat his big brother on the shoulder, offeringwords of comfort. "Corey, don't be too angry. Kelvin is all grown up now, and trying to discipline himfurther would just hurt his pride. Like Vincent, I stopped scolding him for anything after he turnedeighteen. He handles things on his own."

Although this statement was meant to console Corey, it was also an indirect way of praising Vincentfor being responsible and not making him worry.

Incensed and emboldened by this comparison, Corey blurted out without thinking, "Hmph, I thinkDad's life's work has been in vain. When he wakes up, we should let Vincent take care of some ofthe company's affairs."

Kelvin discreetly took a sharp breath, casting a final glance at his comatose grandfather beforedecisively turning away. "I have something else to attend to."

Kelvin's abrupt departure left everyone in the room dissatisfied, especially Corey, who felthumiliated and increasingly disappointed in Kelvin.

Between three and four in the morning, the streets were deserted, with only the streetlightsilluminating the dark. A black Rolls-Royce sped through the empty streets, its velocity so high that ittore through the air with a resonant, howling sound, akin to a white beast's roar in the quiet nightjungle.

It brazenly ran several red lights and aimlessly raced through the obscurity of the night. Fortunately,it was just past 3 AM, or an accident was inevitable.

After more than half an hour, at 4:10 AM, the black luxury car came to a slow stop in front of anupscale villa. It parked beneath a canopy of trees, the lights off, and conveniently, one of thestreetlights had just gone out, making this corner even darker.

The man's mood unexpectedly calmed down as he lowered the car window and looked at thewindow.

Equally dark.

She should be asleep, right?

Kelvin suddenly pounded the steering wheel with his fist, accidentally pressing the horn, whichblared a loud sound.

"Honk, honk..."

His heart also skipped a beat with the horn, and he involuntarily looked at the window. In thatmoment, he felt guilty.

However, seconds passed, and then a couple of seconds more, and the window remained indarkness. The boulder that had been hanging in Kelvin's heart settled back into place.

After a brief relaxation, a sense of restlessness surged like waves. His grandfather's illness...maybe only she could try.

But all he could hear in his mind was Cheyenne's cold words, "Kelvin, let's not see each otheragain."

She despised him so much...

Suddenly, as if recalling something, he reached out and picked up a luxuriously wrapped gift boxfrom the car's backseat. It was the pen that had been made, but he couldn't find a reason to give itto her, so it had been sitting in the car for several days.novelbin

He had heard from the craftsman about the complex and painstaking process of making it, and hecouldn't imagine how she made that pen for himself back then.

After much contemplation, Kelvin decided to give her the pen. With only two hours until dawn, if heleft it at the doorstep, she would see it when she opened the door.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, Kelvin noticed a shadow emerging from the bushes. Theperson was dressed in black, wearing a black duckbill cap, and watching the Lawrence Villa'sentrance with unclear intentions.

The night was too dark to make out the person's face.