Became A Queen After divorce

“If you have time, please keep an eye on Oliver and Cierra. Oliver is fine… especially Cierra. We’ve been out for so long, that girl must be running wild by now.”

“I will, Miss Lawrence, don’t worry.”

Master Glenn quickly responded.

Cheyenne smiled faintly and walked over to the two children.

She handed them the gifts she had prepared earlier and gently pinched Sasha’s cheek.

“Goodbye, Sasha and Esteban. Be good on the road, and you’ll see me again in a few days.”

“Goodbye, Auntie Cheyenne/Uncle Foley!”

One of the little ones was holding Master Glenn’s hand; the other was holding Eddie’s, waving enthusiastically as they said their farewells.

Eddie gave Cheyenne a deep look and smiled softly.

“Take care, Cheyenne.”

“Okay.”

Cheyenne watched them leave, thinking of her own two little ones, wishing she could turn into a rocket and fly home.

As soon as the man turned back, he saw the fleeting longing on her face.

Kelvin thought for a second and seemed to understand why.

He reached out and took Cheyenne’s hand, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walked toward their room.

“Weren’t we going to visit Sam? Why are we going back to the room?”

“To make a call. You miss the kids, don’t you? I miss my little princess too.”

This time, Cheyenne didn’t resist and obediently followed him back to the room.

After lying in the hospital for about a week, Pearl’s physical condition had recovered to that of an ordinary person.

Cheyenne helped her with the discharge procedures.

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“Pearl, have you packed up? Kelvin and I will take you back to Gilliam Mansion.”

Pearl changed out of her hospital gown and put on a loose cotton maternity dress. Her intentionally grown long hair now reached her waist, cascading down her back.

The white dress contrasted with her ink-black hair, and her naturally petite frame still gave her a youthful appearance from behind.

Hearing Cheyenne speak to her, Pearl turned around and gave her a warm, sunny smile.

“All packed. Thank you, Cheyenne and Mr. Foley. But… I don’t want to go back to Gilliam Mansion yet.”

“Where do you want to go?”

Lowering her head to hide the pain in her eyes, Pearl replied, “The cemetery. I want to visit my dad.”

The wedding had been full of unexpected events-her father died, her mother went mad, and she was hospitalized due to a relapse of an old illness.

While she was unconscious, Brody had already buried Zeng Yi in the hill behind Gilliam Mansion.

At her father’s grave, Pearl carefully placed the bouquet she was holding on the ground.

Her gaze swept over the black-and-white photo on the tombstone. The person in the photo looked twenty years younger.

With distinct features and deep-set eyes, he looked much more handsome than she remembered.

Pearl’s pale fingers gently traced over the photo, tears falling onto her dress and quickly soaking it.

“Daddy, I miss you so much.”

She collapsed onto the tombstone, hugging the cold stone as she cried bitterly.

The person lying inside would never comfort her again; no one would care about her happiness anymore.

The more she had wanted to escape this place before, the more she regretted it now.

Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, Cheyenne stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder.

“Pearl, please take care of yourself. You’re still pregnant; you can’t get too emotional.”

“I know, Cheyenne. I just can’t help it. I miss my dad so much.”

Pearl hugged her instead, burying her head in Cheyenne’s chest and sobbing quietly.

“I believe he misses you too.”

“Don’t cry anymore. Your dad would want you to be happy. Your recovery is his greatest blessing to you.”

With Cheyenne’s comfort, Pearl finally calmed down.

She looked apologetically at the wet spot on Cheyenne’s clothes.

“I’m sorry, Cheyenne. I didn’t mean to dirty your clothes.”

Cheyenne glanced down but didn’t blame her.

“It’s okay; it’s just a piece of clothing. I’ll change it later.”

Pearl wiped away her tears and forced a smile that tugged at one’s heartstrings.

“Cheyenne, you’re so good to me. I want to stay here with my father for a while longer. You don’t need to worry about me; go do what you need to do.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

Cheyenne was worried. Although the Gilliam family had fallen, they had many enemies who wouldn’t spare Pearl just because she was pregnant.

“I’ll be fine here. Mr. Foley and Mrs. Foley, you don’t need to worry.”

At that moment, Brody arrived.

He was carrying a small silver suitcase. Only he knew what was inside.

From Pearl’s previous descriptions, Cheyenne knew this man was Brody, the butler of Gilliam Mansion.

He should be trustworthy.

“Alright then, Brody, please take good care of Pearl.”

“Rest assured, Mrs. Foley.”

Brody bowed slightly and saw them off with a gentlemanly gesture.

Only he and Pearl were left at the grave.

Thinking about how he had handled her father’s funeral, Pearl quickly thanked Brody.

“Thank you, Uncle Brody. It must have been hard for you these past few days. And thank you for taking care of my father’s funeral.”

The girl in front of him seemed less spirited than before. Reality had worn her down like a wilted flower on the edge of a cliff, evoking pity.

Brody coughed twice and said, “From here, you can overlook all of Gilliam Mansion and face Chulae directly.”

“This was your father’s wish. I’m sure you understand, Miss Pearl.”

“Yes.”

Pearl remembered her father saying that their family originated from Ineburgh and had been a prominent family there over a hundred years ago…

Like Sam, her father probably wanted to return to that distant homeland.

Even if he couldn’t go back, it was good enough to look from here.

“Oh right, this is something your father left for you. The password is your birthday.”

Pearl took it in surprise.

When did this happen?

Why hadn’t she heard anything about it?

“My father left this for me?”

“Yes. Actually, your father knew long ago that Madam was poisoning his food…”

“What did you say!”

Her mother poisoned her father’s food?

The delayed truth hit Pearl hard. She hated herself for not discovering it sooner.

If she had known earlier, maybe she could have prevented all this from happening…