She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 251 From Now On, You're Only a Benefactor Kelvin's forehead veins bulged, and he took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking in a low voice. "Go back! From now on, you're just my lifesaver. After your illness is cured, I don't owe you anything." Abbie couldn't believe that Kelvin wanted to draw the line because of a child. "Kelvin, no! I know I was wrong... If you want an heir, I can give birth to your child too! Whatever Cheyenne can do, I can do it too. Please just look at me." Her heart disease wasn't as severe as she thought; pregnancy would be harder than usual for her but if this was Kelvin's child, then she would gladly bear the pain.

"Enough, Abbie! You still don't know where you went wrong!" Kelvin's furious appearance frightened the employees outside who shivered in fear.

Wasn't the CEO supposed to dote on Miss Berry? Why were they fighting so fiercely? Abbie tried hard to pinch her thigh to make tears well up in her eyes; she couldn't lose Kelvin.

Absolutely not! Her father died early and her mother remarried... She had just fallen out with Cody's family and old Mr. Foley didn't like her either.

The only person she could rely on was Kelvin.

From being a teenager until almost thirty years old, she waited for him all these years; all of her youthful days were spent waiting for him.

Why didn't he take responsibility for her? After waiting for Abbie's response for half a moment without hearing anything from her, Kelvin turned around only to see Abbie having a heart attack with a pale face covered in sweat and falling onto the sofa, Before passing out, she called his nwith fear, "K-Kelvin... save... save me..." Damn! "Chris!" Outside the door, hearing that Kelvin call his name, Chris quickly put out his cigarette and walked inside. "You carry her first and go to hospital." "Yes." This was the CEO's order, so Chris had no choice but endure his disgust towards Abbie and walked towards her. When he was about to touch her, he was suddenly kicked by Abbie, causing him unbearable pain which made him frown tightly.

"Get away from me! Do you think an inferior servant like yourself is worthy enough of touching me?" Abby resisted Chris' touch, Chris touched his nose and reluctantly stepped aside, glancing up at the CEO. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but Miss Berry seemed to disdain him.

Kelvin watched her coldly as she curled up in pain on the ground. "The real you is this arrogant, right? Since you don't want it, it's up to you!" With those words, he decisively turned and left, and Chris followed suit. In the vast office, only Abbie remained, her mournful cries echoing for a long time. Outside the door, people were filled with both schadenfreude and the belief that the CEO was too ruthless.

Meanwhile, the Lawrence Villa had undergone a drastic transformation. Cheyenne's beloved ever-changing cartoon carpet had been replaced by a luxurious white shag rug. Omari had also swapped out the macaron- colored chandelier for a crystal flower-shaped one from Swarovski.

The marble dining table and white cabinets were still there but now adorned with black curtains instead of pink ones. Iker thought it all looked pretty good - finally not so awkward anymore - but was it really okay to make these changes without Cheyenne's consent? After installing the last vintage European-style magnolia wall lamp himself, Omari hung up a painting of a girl who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old in her school uniform with long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her face was full of collagen.

Her smile wasn't forced like it is now; back then she looked genuinely happy and innocent like a little deer in the forest that made people feel sorry for her.

Iker couldn't take his eyes off her even after just one glance; this woman could easily attract wealthy men based on looks alone but he knew Cheyenne wasn't just eye candy. She excelled in medicine, painting dance... everything really! Any one of those talents would have been enough to boast about but she remained humble and kept them hidden all this time.

"Isn't it beautiful? This is when she was sixteen years old starting high school; I bought this painting from someone else," said Omari proudly as he gestured towards it.

As for the owner of this painting, Omari had no idea. The gallery owner said it was a young man who was getting ready to move and didn't want this painting anymore.

In truth, the artistry wasn't particularly high, but the owner couldn't bear to throw it in the trash because the girl depicted on it was so incredibly beautiful. So, he picked it up, did sminor repairs, and hung it in the store as a sign.

Omari talked to the gallery owner for a long time. It was only when the owner heard him confess that the girl in the painting was his secret crush that the owner was moved to give him the oil painting. Plus, Omari had paid a generous amount of money for it, which made the gallery owner quite happy. After all, the painting had been rescued from the trash, and since he hadn't spent a don it, this transaction was something he was more than willing to make.

Iker snorted, unimpressed. Omari gritted his teeth at the attitude, a dark glint flashing behind his wire-rimmed glasses Just then, footsteps could be heard outside the door. Tanner was back, and he had brought someone else with him, or rather, dragged that guy in. With one hand gripping the young man's collar and the other holding an enormous package that weighed at least fifty pounds, Tanner looked as if he possessed Herculean strength.

A loud thud echoed as he dropped the package on the ground. Both Iker and Omari turned to see who this stranger was that Tanner had brought in with him.

He appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in a white shirt and black suit pants with white shoes on his feet. His hair was dyed red and styled into what looked like an ancharacter's haircut - not quite punk but definitely not mainstream either.

He had a handsface, but his skin had becsomewhat sallow from prolonged late nights. There were dark circles under his eyes due to hormonal imbalances, and he had developed several whiteheads on his forehead, nose, and chin.

In short, he looked like a typical nerd who spent all day playing video games or hacking away on computers instead of socializing with people face-to-face.

Omari and Iker exchanged looks; they both knew Cheyenne wouldn't go for someone like this guy.

"Master, I just got back from picking up your delivery outside I saw him lurking around near our the front door acting and all suspicious-like."

Jerry listened incredulously as Tanner described how Jerry had been "lurking" near their front daar while "acting suspiciously". What did that even mean? All Jerry did was spend most of his days holed up inside his dorm room browsing questionable websites online. Surely there were worse things than being labeled a harmless hacker?