Chapter 203: Slapping Abbie'S Face

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 home and 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 came later 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 slender 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 handsome young 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 time Kelvin 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.