Became A Queen After divorce

The hospital room was filled with the annoying chatter of two people, making it unbearable.

George’s face was dark, but he didn’t dare offend old Mr. Foley, so he explained politely, “Thank you, Mr. Foley, for your interest in my daughter, but Cheyenne is my biological daughter… She’s only four years old, and I can’t trust her to live outside alone.”

Malaya nodded in agreement under his threatening gaze. “Yes, exactly… This girl has grown up with us. How could we bear to send our daughter away?”

The couple stood firm, and old Mr. Foley couldn’t say much. Truth be told, he quite liked the cute little girl, but he couldn’t just take her from her parents.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take the child away. But madam, you insulted my grandson earlier. How do you plan to compensate for that?”

Hearing his grandfather’s words, Kelvin made a point of crying pitifully. “Grandpa~ This bad woman not only hit my sister but also insulted me, saying you were ill-mannered.”

Old Mr. Foley knew Kelvin’s character well. Normally, he wouldn’t even make a peep, so how could he start crying over a few insults? This boy must be acting. It seemed he cared a lot about that little girl.

Feeling he had figured it out, old Mr. Foley quickly got into character. He slammed the table and glared at Malaya with anger. “How could there be such a heartless woman like you? It’s one thing to hit your own daughter, but why insult my grandson? If it weren’t for my grandson’s kindness in saving that little girl, would you still be standing here crying?”

With old Mr. Foley’s outburst, the Lawrence couple finally quieted down and repeatedly apologized to Kelvin. “I’m sorry, Mr. Foley. I was just too worried about my daughter and lost my temper. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Kelvin didn’t even bother to look at her and replied expressionlessly, “Too late, it’s already on my mind.”

Malaya signaled George to step forward and plead on her behalf. “Young Master, my wife is just a fool, almost mad… Please be magnanimous and forgive her this once.”

Kelvin: “… No!”

On the other side, the Lawrence couple was on the verge of collapse. What would it take for the Foley family to forgive them?

“Please, Mr. Foley, tell us what we should do,” George finally responded respectfully, standing before Kelvin.

Old Mr. Foley pondered for a moment. Since his eldest grandson liked the little girl so much, it wouldn’t be bad to bring her home. The house was too lonely with just the two of them.

“I think the little girl is quite lovely. How about this… I’ll take her as my goddaughter.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

A goddaughter? Connecting with the richest family in Akloit, the Foley family, was a huge deal for the Lawrence family. George was almost overwhelmed by the good news.

As for Malaya, she was purely jealous. Why should such a good thing happen to that little orphan? It would be so much better if it were her daughter Libby.

“No way!” Kelvin refused old Mr. Foley’s proposal with a dark face.

This left old Mr. Foley stunned and incredulous. “What do you mean by that, you brat?”

Did he misunderstand something? The boy had always said he wanted a sweet little sister to protect when he was younger. But his daughter-in-law… better not mention her.

Old Mr. Foley assumed his grandson cared so much about the little girl because he saw her as a sister. He also had an inexplicable fondness for little Cheyenne; she was quite pitiable and endearing.

Taking another granddaughter wouldn’t be an issue; after all, the Foley family wasn’t short of money. But seeing his grandson’s dark expression, old Mr. Foley scratched his ear.

“Did I really misunderstand?”

Of course, you did! And quite badly at that. Cheyenne was meant to be his future wife, his granddaughter-in-law. How could she be taken as a goddaughter now? Didn’t he want great-grandchildren?

If old Mr. Foley knew his 12-year-old grandson’s true thoughts, he’d surely call him a “pervert.” The age difference was so vast; how could he shamelessly pursue such a young girl?

“So what do you propose we do?” old Mr. Foley asked.

Kelvin cleared his throat and said, “Grandpa, you can’t take Cheyenne as your goddaughter, but we can have her stay at our house for a few days. I saved her; I should be responsible for her safety. Once she’s fully recovered, I’ll send her back.”

Was he suggesting forcibly keeping her? This bold idea stunned everyone present.

Old Mr. Foley was surprised by his grandson’s sudden assertiveness. George and Malaya felt it was inappropriate; it would be better to take Cheyenne as a goddaughter.

“No way, Cheyenne is too young… She has kindergarten tomorrow. Living with your family would be too much trouble,” George protested.

Kelvin: “No problem.” He tightly held the little girl’s hand, showing his determination.

Round one: George lost.

Malaya stepped up next. She didn’t mind leaving the brat with the Foley family; it would save some food at home. But she didn’t want to give up on the goddaughter idea either.

“Letting Cheyenne stay with the Foley family to recover is fine, but… I agree with old Mr. Foley’s earlier suggestion about taking her as a goddaughter.”

“Besides Cheyenne, I have another daughter named Libby, who is three and a half years old and even more well-behaved and beautiful than this dirty girl.”

Did she mean Libby? The young boy immediately refused, “No way, our Foley family doesn’t want her!”

How could this brat be so blunt? Anyone his grandson disliked couldn’t be any good.

“As Kelvin said, Cheyenne can stay as a guest, but nothing else,” old Mr. Foley declared firmly.

“Rest assured, this girl has caught my eye; she won’t lack anything good,” he added impatiently, waving them off if they didn’t accept his terms.

Since any benefits would go to Cheyenne and not Libby, Malaya naturally disagreed with leaving her behind.

“What do you mean by this? Are you trying to take her by force?”

“Ha! Take her by force? Why don’t you ask Cheyenne if she wants to go back with you?” Kelvin threw the question to the little girl herself.

Cheyenne wasn’t stupid; at four years old, she knew who treated her well and who didn’t.

“I don’t want to go back; I want to stay with Kelvin!”