Became A Queen After divorce

The next day, during breakfast, Kelvin did something unprecedented by asking old Mr. Foley about the whereabouts of his New Year’s money.

“Spit!”

Old Mr. Foley was so surprised he almost bit his tongue, looking curiously at the young boy.

“Why are you asking about that?”

Kelvin had been receiving New Year’s money since he was born, given to him on every birthday and New Year’s. The amounts varied, but old Mr. Foley always gave the most.

Kelvin didn’t want to reveal too much, so he vaguely explained, “Just curious.”

“Your food, clothing, and shelter are all provided by the family. What do you need New Year’s money for?”

“Oh.”

Even without his grandfather saying so, Kelvin knew it was in the drawer of the study.

Old Mr. Foley, seeing that Kelvin had no further questions, worried he might have dampened his grandson’s enthusiasm. He called Joe over.

Soon, Joe brought a bank card and handed it to Kelvin.

“Young master, this card contains your New Year’s money. The password is your birthday.”

“Okay, just leave it there.”

“Yes,” Kelvin said expressionlessly. After finishing breakfast, he took the bank card and went to school.

“Hmph, this brat! He didn’t even say thank you. It really infuriates me.”

Joe quickly comforted the old man, “Sir, don’t be too angry. The young master spoke more than three sentences today.”

Old Mr. Foley: “…”

Indeed, he had spoken more than three sentences.

It seemed like Kelvin was daydreaming, but in reality, his mind was full of thoughts about his little wife Cheyenne.

He wondered if she got scolded after going back home; if she listened to him and changed out of her wet clothes.

Sitting behind him, Stella played with an eraser while observing Kelvin. She noticed that Kelvin was daydreaming in class, a discovery as significant as finding life on Mars!

She poked Kelvin’s back with a pen and asked with a pretty face, “Kelvin, what are you thinking about? You’ve been acting strange since yesterday.”

“Nothing. Pay attention in class.”

“If a top student like you is daydreaming, I don’t feel like studying either.”

After all, with Kelvin and Sam covering for her during exams, what did she have to worry about?

Kelvin shook his head at her words.

“Suit yourself.”

Stella was once again surprised at how easygoing he was. Normally, the aloof Kelvin would have glared at her by now.

Her curious eyes darted around until she noticed something unusual. Kelvin’s other hand was in the drawer as if hiding something.

She couldn’t resist bending down to look and saw a small square box in his hand.

A light green gift box tied with a pretty ribbon-such a fresh and bright color that didn’t seem like something he would use.

“Wow, is this a gift for me?” Stella said cheerfully, snatching the gift box.

“It’s not for you. Give it back!”

He wanted to grab it back but didn’t want to get caught by the teacher during class.

Although Kelvin wasn’t afraid of being reprimanded by the teacher.

The teacher, standing on the podium, noticed their little commotion but chose to turn a blind eye. After all, the entire school was funded by the Foley family; offending the young master was not an option.

Stella had already opened the gift box and happily said, “I don’t believe you. There are no other girls around you; it must be for me.”

Kelvin was almost furious. How could she open the gift he prepared for Cheyenne?

It was too much.

He had given Stella plenty of gifts before, but she never seemed to like them much.

Sure enough, the contents of the gift box weren’t to Stella’s liking either. She looked disdainfully at the candies inside and handed the box back to Kelvin.

“A bunch of White Rabbit candies packed so nicely? You must be crazy.”

Kelvin’s eyes turned cold. “I think you’re the crazy one!”

“Don’t be mad. Tell me who this is for. Is it Laila?”

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Unfortunately, neither of these acknowledged “grade heartthrobs” paid her any attention.

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Kelvin didn’t even remember who Laila was, so when Stella mentioned her, he looked puzzled.

“No, this is for a little girl.”

At twelve or thirteen years old, they were in their early teens-a time of curiosity and gossip.

Stella smiled at him. “Wow, a little girl! Is she pretty? How old is she? Is she in our class?”

Kelvin knew she was misunderstanding again.

“She’s four years old and in kindergarten.”

Stella’s lips twitched upon learning the truth. She awkwardly laughed twice.

“Oh… I see. I guess I misunderstood. But when did you get a little sister in kindergarten?”

“Just yesterday.”

So that’s why Kelvin didn’t go to the library with them yesterday-because of this little sister?

She was really curious about what this girl looked like to make Kelvin treat her so differently.

At the Lawrence Villa, in a corner of the yard.

When Kelvin climbed over the wall again to visit his little wife, he found her squatting in the corner crying.

She was still wearing the same white dress from yesterday but now it was even dirtier!

The little girl’s face was also dirty, and there were bloodstains on her hands.

The sight of blood shocked Kelvin. He ran over and pulled her up from the ground.

“Cheyenne! Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Let me see.”

Little Cheyenne remembered this big brother. He was the one who saved her yesterday. Feeling wronged and unable to hold back her tears upon seeing a familiar face, little Cheyenne burst into tears.

“Brother… sob…”

Kelvin let her fall into his arms and held her tightly by the shoulders, gently comforting her:

“Don’t cry. Cheyenne is the cutest and bravest girl in the world, right?”

Little Cheyenne nodded tearfully and tried hard to hold back her tears.

“Right, I won’t cry.”

Kelvin gently touched her cold little hands and found pebbles embedded in her palms. Not only that but there were also several bruises on her arms.

His eyes instantly reddened with anger and cold fury filled his gaze.

Damn, Lawrence family! How dare they hurt his wife!

“Does it hurt?”

Little Cheyenne nodded, pouting as she started crying again. She choked out her words between sobs: “Sister told on me… Mommy hit me… It hurts… sob…”

She was talking about how Libby pushed her into the water yesterday and then falsely accused her. Mrs. Lawrence didn’t bother to find out what really happened and just beat her up.

The pebbles in her hands were from when she fell. Poor thing-only four years old and unloved by both parents-no one helped her treat her wounds.

“Brother… Cheyenne’s head hurts… I’m so hungry…”

How could she not be hungry?

Cheyenne’s stepmother didn’t let her eat dinner last night at all.