She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 728: You're Going to Kill Her

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Two mysterious individuals approached the entrance, taking advantage of a brief moment when the security guard was changing shifts, and slipped inside.

As soon as Yvonne entered, she spotted a young man in a navy blue bathrobe sitting by Cheyenne's bedside. His large hand was shamelessly caressing her face, while he mumbled something incomprehensible.

The back view was strangely familiar. Even a mere glimpse of his back was so alluring.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

As soon as Yvonne laid eyes on the pale-faced girl lying on the bed, her heart couldn't help but leap in her chest. She hurriedly ran over.

"Cheyenne, Cheyenne, wake up!"

As she spoke, she forcefully pushed the man's body to the side, a stark contrast to her usual gentle demeanor.

Caught off guard, he was pushed to the side, his shoulder making a dull thud against the nearby cabinet, emitting a faint noise.

"Master Darren, are you alright?"

Two maids who were on standby rushed over, their expressions pale, and asked cautiously.

Supporting himself with his arms, Benson stood up. He realized that this was Cheyenne's elder. As a result, his own attitude towards her became much more respectful, despite her disrespect towards him earlier.

It was only now that Yvonne finally recognized the young man in front of her, whom she had seen before.

Wasn't he Cheyenne's good friend?

How did he become Master Darren of the Miller family?

Eddie was equally surprised, but being a man, he quickly calmed down and awaited calmly.

"Master Darren, well... you truly surprise me."

They had known each other for quite some time, having met at least ten times in the past three years. In Eddie's perception, Benson, besides being blind, was a kind-hearted man who combined elegance, rationality, art, and tenderness.

Sometimes, Eddie felt grateful for his presence. If it weren't for him, perhaps Cheyenne would have died three years ago.

However, this man whom Eddie silently admired turned out to be a fraud lurking by Cheyenne's side!

He never mentioned his identity as a noble from Jostrana.

Benson could clearly sense the self-mockery in his words, but he had deceived everyone, and he felt guilty in his heart, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Lowering his head, several seconds passed before he gently opened his lips and uttered an apology.

Eddie, for once, had a cold expression on his face, his gaze as icy as a frozen pond. "Master Darren of the prestigious Miller family, deigning to apologize to a commoner like me? It truly surprises me." "I have no interest in your identity. I just want to know what happened to Cheyenne."

Striding forward, Eddie sat in the spot where Benson had been, and began examining Cheyenne's condition.

She appeared to be peacefully asleep, her sleeping face serene, with only a slightly paler complexion.

Her heartbeat, whites of her eyes, and tongue coating were all normal.

But why wouldn't she wake up?

Perhaps a thorough examination of her entire body was necessary, but since they were currently in the Miller family's residence, they would have to take Cheyenne out first.

Bending down, he placed one hand on the back of the girl's head and the other on her slender waist, exerting force as he lifted her horizontally.

Lifting his foot, he was about to leave.

Upon seeing this, Benson had no room for other thoughts. He stepped forward and grabbed Eddie's arm, casting a serious and warning glance. "No, this won't do. You can't take her away. You'll end up killing her!"

Eddie had just conducted a brief examination of Cheyenne, finding her and the child in good condition. He tried to deceive himself again, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you trying to deceive me? Cheyenne's condition is uncertain now. Only a professional

examination can truly help her. It's been three days since she fell into

the water. Why do you intend to

leave her here?"

Don't think he hadn't noticed the expensive dress that Cheyenne was wearing; it seemed to be the dress for a wedding.

In Eddie's eyes, it seemed like Benson was taking advantage of Cheyenne's unconsciousness.

Fortunately, he and Yvonne noticed the decorative lights and felt that something was amiss outside, so they defied the household staff and barged in today. Benson instinctively tightened his fists, with a determined yet regretful gleam in his eyes.

Yes, today was supposed to be his engagement banquet.

Originally, the intended bride was Miss Atkinson, but he didn't like that woman, so he made a deal with his father.

He switched the prospective bride to Cheyenne at the last minute.

His father had already agreed to it.

But he was afraid that Cheyenne might not agree, so he put some sedative in the chicken soup. The drug would cause her to be unconscious for twelve hours. By the time Cheyenne woke up, the banquet would be over.

He believed that Cheyenne did have some feelings for him, otherwise she wouldn't always offer warmth when he felt lonely and helpless.

When he was young, he was constantly scolded and punished by his father. If he didn't practice well, he would be forbidden from having dinner.

It was that mischievous and seemingly mature little girl who would share her sandwich with him.

As he grew older, whenever he felt physically and mentally exhausted, it was Cheyenne's birthday gifts that made him feel the power of warmth.

He had always cherished these, wondering if he should take them out and reminisce about her adorable appearance as a child.

But he never imagined that someone would cast a Black Curse into the soup.

Benson wasn't sure about who exactly it was.

Neither of them would yield, and they eyed each other defiantly, creating a palpable tension in the air.

Invisible lightning seemed to flicker between the two, like silver snakes.

"He didn't deceive you! If you don't want her to die, you better behave and put her down."

Just then, a loud and cheerful voice echoed from behind the crowd in the spacious room.

Yvonne instinctively turned to look, her gaze fixed on the newcomer, her eyes narrowing. "It's you!"

The newcomer was dressed in a

black suit paired with a white shirt. His long black coat draped past his knees, giving him an air of elegance and nobility. His polished leather shoes made a faint sound against the floor.

Beside him was a graceful and slender woman with delicate features.

She wore a black floral dress with a matching trench coat, her lustrous black hair cascading down her back, partially obscured by a lady's hat.