Became A Queen After divorce

A sudden voice interrupted Malaya’s actions, and she turned around.

Standing behind her was a young boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a thin white shirt paired with black suit pants.

His finely chiseled face had distinct features, narrow eyes, and rosy lips. It was clear he wasn’t an ordinary child.

“Who are you? Why are you stopping me from disciplining my daughter?”

Malaya clearly didn’t regard Kelvin as a “savior,” and her tone lacked courtesy and respect.

So what if he was a rich kid? He was just a brat. As Cheyenne’s mother, it was her right to discipline her disobedient child. Even if taken to court, she wouldn’t be wrong!

Kelvin had disliked this selfish, profit-driven couple in his previous life, and naturally, he wouldn’t show them any kindness in this one.

“You say Cheyenne is your daughter, so why do you hit her, deny her food, and throw her out?”

“Do you know that when I found her, she was soaking wet, burning with fever, and huddled in a corner?”

“If it weren’t for me, Cheyenne would have become brain-damaged from the fever!”

Though young, Kelvin’s presence was formidable.

Even George, who had been in the business world for years, felt a chill and shivered.

Whose child was this?

On the other hand, George felt deeply ashamed by Kelvin’s words. He was furious that Malaya treated a child so poorly, especially since an outsider had seen it. Didn’t he have any dignity?

“It was my wife’s fault, but Cheyenne, you were too reckless. Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”

“Don’t run outside again. What if you encounter bad people?”

Bad people? Was he referring to me?

Kelvin looked at the younger George with a half-smile, already planning to ruin his company that night.

The little girl felt instinctively scared upon seeing Malaya and kept moving her body under the blanket.

“Mom… Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“The big brother isn’t a bad person; he’s very kind to me…”

Malaya squinted her eyes and immediately put on a motherly act, hugging little Cheyenne tightly.

“Oh, it’s good that you know I worry about you.”

“What if a beggar had taken you away while you were running around outside? Now that you’re awake, let’s go home with Mommy.”

She never mentioned Kelvin’s life-saving act.

Kelvin quietly watched her performance, the curve of his lips never fading.

“Madam, Cheyenne just woke up and is weak. The doctor said she was severely malnourished. I brought some food for her. Let her eat before you take her home.”

The little girl had been craving meat. It would be a pity if she didn’t get to eat any after it was bought for her.

Sure enough, Cheyenne’s eyes lit up at the mention of “food.”

She was really, really hungry.

The term “severely malnourished” hit Malaya’s sore spot. She glared at Kelvin and said:Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I didn’t starve this brat; she’s just picky and wants to eat bird’s nest and shark fin.”

“Alright, whose child are you? Go home; this is none of your business.”

As for the food, she couldn’t care less.

Kelvin ignored her and approached the little girl, gently pinching her soft and adorable cheeks.

“Cheyenne, don’t be afraid. Tell your big brother… do you want to eat first or go home first?”

Cheyenne’s bright eyes glanced at the delicious food on the plate and then at her mother’s cold face. She couldn’t decide for a moment.

“Can I have both?”

“Of course. I’ve packed it up for you. Take it home to eat.”

Since her father-in-law hadn’t arrived yet and her grandfather’s whereabouts were unknown… Cheyenne could only stay with the Lawrence family for now. George wouldn’t harm her until he fully controlled the Edwards family’s assets.

As for Malaya, Kelvin planned to use the Foley family’s reputation to suppress her.

“Alright! Big brother, you’re so smart. Can I really take it home? What about you?”

Four-year-old Cheyenne was more considerate than her twenty-four-year-old self; she even worried about him while eating.

Kelvin felt warmth in his heart, extremely comfortable.

“Don’t worry; I’ll eat when I get home. My family has lots of money; I’ll give it all to you.”

“If you want the stars in the sky, I’ll get them for you.”

“My parents don’t have a daughter; they’ll love you. And Grandpa is very generous…”

Before he could finish, Malaya interrupted him harshly.

“You lie so boldly at such a young age! Our Lawrence family has some standing in Akloit. Who are your parents? And who is this ‘grandpa’?”

At that moment, an elderly but robust figure approached with a cane.

“I am his grandpa. What about it?”

The tall man had an aged but fierce face. His black eyes gave off a sense of being stared down by a wild wolf.

Yes, old Mr. Foley had been on the battlefield and killed enemies…

“Cold Wolf” was his nickname.

Malaya didn’t recognize old Mr. Foley, but George did.

Years ago, when he first arrived in Akloit as a penniless young man, old Mr. Foley had already graced the cover of financial magazines as a Time Magazine figure.

Later, he announced his retirement and gradually disappeared from public view.

But everyone in Akloit knew the richest man was from the Foley family.

Old Mr. Foley was famous for his decisiveness and protective nature.

“Mr-Mr. Foley, why are you here? Is this child yours…”

George shamelessly greeted him, hoping to curry favor with the Foley family.

If old Mr. Foley extended even a finger to help, his Lawrence Group could go public this year.

Old Mr. Foley saw through George’s petty schemes immediately and disliked him immensely.

“Yes, the ‘liar’ you mentioned is my grandson from the Foley family. Kelvin is my biological grandson and the sole future heir of the Foley Group!”

The future heir of the Foley Group!

That meant he would be the richest man in Akloit!

George regretted not stopping Malaya earlier when he realized how noble this brat’s status was.

Kelvin didn’t know why his grandfather came to the hospital, but since he was there, Kelvin wanted to use his reputation to get things done.

“Grandpa, this little girl is so pitiful. Why don’t we take her home?”

As soon as he finished speaking, two clear voices rang out simultaneously:

“No!”