She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 424: Iker's Return At the Todd mansion, Iker's return also stirred up ripples in the otherwise peaceful Todd family, like a stone causing ripples in a lake.

Davon and Thalia greeted him with smiles, but during the welcoming banquet, they made numerous attempts to test Iker's legs.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to toast, Thalia deliberately spilled wine on Iker's leg and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Oops, Iker. I was just trying to toast you, but the wine slipped out. Oh dear, you see, my hands shake as I grow older. You're not angry, are you?" Tanner quickly handed a white towel to Iker, who calmly wiped off the spilled wine from his pants. His voice was as cold as frost. "It's nothing." If it were an ordinary person, they would instinctively move away when wine spilled on their legs. But Iker's lack of reaction meant that his legs were still unresponsive, just as they were before.

During a brief moment when no one was paying attention, Davon exchanged a knowing glance with Thalia. Kai, sitting in the first seat, furrowed his brows, showing signs of displeasure.

"Isn't this old Mr. Edwards famous for being a miraculous doctor? Why hasn't your leg improved? What have you been doing during your stay of over half a month?" Hearing his father's clearly angry tone, Iker calmly replied, "It has nothing to do with the Edwards family. Under their treatment, although my legs haven't regained the ability to stand, the pain has lessened." Kai's expression slightly improved upon hearing these words, and he snorted before continuing to eat.

Adrian, standing behind everyone, stared at Iker's legs with a puzzled expression. The last tat the Foley mansion, he was certain that Cheyenne had learned Thirteen Needles, and according to the normal procedure, Master Iker's legs should have healed. So why were they still unresponsive? Was Iker pretending? Iker's eyes didn't escape the scrutinizing gaze of Adrian. He turned around and stared directly back at him, calmly asking, “Adrian, do you have something to say?" The latter quickly raised his wine glass and smiled lightly at him. "Master Iker, you misunderstood me. I'm just happy to see your leg injury healed." As he spoke, Iker's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, replying indifferently, "Is that so? Thank you, Adrian." At another table, Erica held onto Lewis while they ate, occasionally casting a look at Iker. The joy in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

However, he didn't respond at all.

That night, Cheyenne called him and specially reminded him to provoke Davon and his mother, to make them expose their true intentions. Iker nodded in agreement and before hanging up, he told Cheyenne to take care of herself.

"It's rare for the icy Master Iker to show concern for others." Hearing the teasing tone in her voice, he chuckled softly, his voice low and magnetic. "Of course, if you die, I won't be able to find a doctor as good as you." Cheyenne took it as a compliment to her medical skills and nodded happily, until a noisy sound cfrom the other end of the phone, prompting her to quickly hang up.

Meanwhile, Iker sat by the window, smiling faintly as he stared into the distance, his mind involuntarily recalling that rainy scene.

Cheyenne appeared in front of him wearing a pale yellow dress, fresh and bright like a rainbow after the rain. During the half-month with The Lawrence family, it was the only moment he felt relaxed in the past three years. On his first day of leaving, he was already starting to miss the days living under the sroof as Cheyenne. To force himself to escape from this "prison", Iker plunged into the study.

In the Lawrence Villa, having just finished her meal, Cheyenne was preparing to review the case when she heard a barking sound outside the door.

She had to put on her slippers and go open the door to check.

Upon opening the door, she found no one there. She lowered her head and saw Chance, holding a white cloth- wrapped package in its mouth, standing in front of her. Chance looked at her with a pair of shiny, watery black eyes, letting out a low whimper.

Finally, it rubbed against Cheyenne's leg and placed the white cloth package it was holding in its mouth in front of her.

Cheyenne finally noticed the white cloth package it was holding. She crouched down and reached out to touch Chance's little head.

Kate used to raise a cat, and she knew that scats would bring back dead mice as a way to express goodwill to their owners. Could it be that Chance brought a dead mouse back for her? After sthought, she realized it was unlikely. If it were a mouse, Chance wouldn't have wrapped it in white cloth.

It's a dog, not a human.

"Are you trying to tellthat you want to give this to me?" Cheyenne asked softly.

"Woof woof." Chance nodded, letting out a couple of low barks.

Such a clever dog.

She picked up the white cloth package from its mouth and opened it, only to find a blood-stained blade inside. She was familiar with this thing; many girls used it for eyebrow shaping.

Cheyenne immediately thought of the clean wound on Jase's chest... Could this be the murder weapon?

In an instant, her fair face turned serious, and she asked Chance in a low voice, "Where did you find this? Telland NI award you a chicken meland leg tonight!" Chance immediately wagged its tail happily, whimpering softly and biting Cheyenne's pants, trying to pull her outside. She quickly understood what it meant.

It wanted her to follow.

Cheyenne wrapped the murder weapon back up and put it away. She slowly followed behind Chance as they walked towards the exit.

The little one walked in front, stopping and turning its head to look at Cheyenne whenever it felt they were getting too far apart, waiting for her to catch up.

After more than ten minutes, they passed through several streets, and the scenery ahead becom increasingly dilapidated and desolate. The low-rise buildings appeared aged, with red bricks crumbling and covered in overgrown green ivy, like an abandoned residence obscured by weeds. Cheyenne was only wearing a simple white long T-shirt that reached her thighs, revealing her slender and fair legs.

When she walked through the weeds, she inevitably got pricked by thorns, causing slight pain.

Chance continued to venture into the dense grass, quickly disappearing from sight.

"Wait for me, Chance."

It couldn't be that Chance purposely leg, right? led her astray for a chicken leg, right? It seemed like no one had been here for a long time, so how could it be the place where the murder weapon was found?