She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 203: Slapping Abbie's Face Abbie couldn't help but show her jealousy. She walked softly to Cheyenne with a gentle smile on her face and took Kelvin's arm. Abbie wore a white long dress, while Kelvin was in a black suit. They stood together, the classic black and white combination harmonious and pleasing to the eye.

"Miss Lawrence, it's been a while since we last saw you. It seems like you've recovered from your illness quickly. Congratulations on being discharged," Abbie said as she extended her hand to Cheyenne. Unfortunately, Cheyenne still had her hands in her pockets and her eyes were fixed on Abbie's soft hand that was holding onto Kelvin's arm.

He didn't refuse! Just seconds ago, he was forcefully kissing her, now he could calmly linked his arms with Abbie's - she really underestimated men's ambition.

Cheyenne withdrew her gaze without leaving any trace of emotion on her face. She raised an ironic smile and said, "Are you really congratulating me?" Abbie froze for a second before responding graciously, "Of course I am! Grandpa heard about your hospitalization and was very worried about you." But then old Mr. Foley spoke up unexpectedly coldly beside her ear, "Who is your grandpa? Didn't Deshawn Berry die long ago?" Old Mr Foley's words hit Abbie's heart hard; tears welled up in her eyes as they hung from her long eyelashes, making it seem like she had been wronged.

Emelia felt surprised for a moment too; although she didn't like Abbie who always acted like a gentle woman, but she disliked Cheyenne even more for her arrogant attitude.

She also felt threatened by how much Grandpa favored Cheyenne, so after comparing both of them, Emelia decided to help Abbie first.

Kelvin frowned slightly as he gently pulled down the hand that Abbie had placed on his arm. He furrowed his brow before speaking coldly, "Grandpa, Abbie grew up in the Foley family too! She isn't an outsider, so why treat her this way?" As soon as he finished speaking, Cheyenne clearly saw the satisfaction reflected in Abbie's blushing face; those not-so-pretty almond-shaped eyes sparkled with prideful light! "Kelvin, please don't say that. Grandfather doesn't like me, maybe it's because I haven't done well... I'm sorry, Grandfather. I don't know where I went wrong to make you biased against me. As long as you say so, I will change." She looked "sincerely" at old Mr. Foley in front of her and bowed, making the surrounding guests feel that old Mr. Foley was really hard to understand.

What's not good about having such a gentle and generous heiress as a granddaughter-in-law? Abbie used to be a renowned ballet soloist at hand abroad. If it weren't for an accident that injured her foot, she wouldn't have fallen into this situation today.

Speaking of which, Cheyenne clater and was truly the third party. From the divorce incident, it can be seen that Mr. Foley still has feelings for his first love Miss Berry.

Miss Lawrence shouldn't have appeared tonight.

When he was young, old Mr. Foley served in the military and was a rough man with a straightforward personality who couldn't see through Abbie's hypocrisy.

He thought Abbie sincerely apologized to him; his tone softened slightly.

"You don't need to change; I dislike you because you don't meet my standards.” As soon as he finished speaking, Abbie cried even more aggrievedly than before while looking at Kelvin with pitiful eyes.

"Kelvin, sorry... I think it's better if I leave now; staying here will only make things difficult for you." She picked up her handbag preparing to walk towards the door; people around looked at her with sympathy while their gaze towards Cheyenne had an extra hint of strangeness.

This achieved what she expected. Abbie felt great emotionally while unconsciously raising one corner of her eye. Kelvin saw her expression clearly but felt disappointed inside when he remembered how he first met Abbie: It was on a rainy summer day when the sky was gloomy like there had been a hole punctured through it causing rainwater pouring down non-stop.

Mr. and Mrs. Berry died unexpectedly due to a car accident, leaving Abbie alone in the world. Fourteen-year-old Kelvin was in junior high school and through a rebellious phase. However, for him who had always been cold-hearted since childhood, rebellious phase didn't seem any different to him.

A black car slowly drove up to the Foley Mansion; its door opened. A middle-aged man wearing black robes stepped out from within.

He held a black umbrella in his hand and carried a white suitcase in the other.

The young girl wore a thin white dress, with long straight black hair that contrasted against her pale and stender face. She stood under the rain with an umbrella, looking pitiful with her red swollen eyes that hinted at tears shed. His mother gently took the suitcase from the lawyer's hands and turned to him to introduce, "Kelvin, Abbie is now your little sister. You must take good care of her and not bully her."

A handsyoung man wearing a white sweater walked down from the staircase elegantly. He had an aloof temperament while holding onto a small black dog that was so dark it seemed eyeless. The little creature lay lazily in his arms as he stroked its fur gently with his long hand and glanced at Abbie indifferently. "Mm," he replied coldly.

Upon their first meeting, her appearance didn't particularly strike him, and in Kelvin's mind, what had left an impression were her teary and vulnerable eyes. Learning that she had lost her parents made her seem quite pitiable.

Despite being treated well by the Foleys, Abbie still acted exceptionally obedient around them as if afraid of making any mistakes or saying anything wrong that would displease them. Whenever they were driven together to school by their driver, she would sit alone near the car door curled up into herself. Her father left behind an inheritance of over three million dollars for her which was enough for her college education but not a large sum to these wealthy people.

The first tKelvin saw her radiating self-confidence was when she was dancing. It was during one of Abbie's performances, and his mother had taken him along to cheer Abbie on.

She was wearing a white chiffon dress, gracefully dancing on the stage with confidence and beauty, resembling a true swan. But as soon as she stepped off the stage, she appeared fragile again like before.