Became A Queen After divorce

Kelvin gently pinched her cheek and said with a helpless smile, “You’re not fat. Besides, I think you’d be cuter if you were a bit chubbier, Cheyenne.”

The two of them chatted away, completely ignoring the two people who had just entered the room.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Corey, however, was stunned, staring in disbelief at the boy. In his memory, his son had never smiled, let alone been so gentle and patient in coaxing a little girl to eat.

Corey knew about little Cheyenne. Old Mr. Foley had mentioned over the phone that his son had taken in a little girl a year ago and even went as far as acquiring her family’s company for her sake. It seemed taking care of another sister wouldn’t be a problem.

Having made up his mind, Corey walked over with a smile and sat across from little Cheyenne. Their eyes met. The little girl looked up at him adorably and, noticing that the uncle in front of her resembled Kelvin, slowly revealed a sweet smile.

“Uncle, you’re so… handsome!”

This was a new word she had racked her brains to come up with, something she had learned from TV.

No one knew that Corey was actually a doting father. Despite his usually cold demeanor towards Kelvin, he would always play with other people’s daughters when he met them outside.

Staring blankly at the little girl in front of him, Corey couldn’t help but think, “Whose daughter is this? She’s just too cute!”

He envied the child’s father, wondering whose child she was. Having such a sweet little girl, who would still care for a cold and distant son?

“Your name is Cheyenne, right? What a sweet and adorable little girl you are. How have you been living here? Has Kelvin been bullying you?”

Kelvin: “…”

If you’re going to praise her, why drag me down?

Little Cheyenne seemed to understand. Uncle Foley’s first half of the sentence was praising her, and the second half was asking about Kelvin. She answered truthfully, “No, Kelvin treats me very well. He buys me candy, brushes my hair, puts on my socks, and takes me to school…”

As she spoke, she counted on her little fingers as if trying to prove how good her brother was to her.

Corey was once again surprised. Brushing hair? Putting on socks? How could that proud boy possibly do such things? But seeing that old Mr. Foley didn’t refute her, it seemed the little girl was telling the truth.

Corey felt a pang of jealousy. As a father, he hadn’t even received a cup of water served by his son.

“Ahem… It’s good that he hasn’t. It seems Kelvin has grown up and knows how to take care of others now. By the way, Father, let me introduce you to someone. This is Abbie from the Berry family.”

“Her parents unfortunately passed away a few days ago. I felt sorry for her and brought her back. She can stay with us from now on and be Kelvin’s sister.”

Foster and Corey were not only colleagues but also college roommates with a good relationship, so Corey decided to bring her back to raise her. However, he was the type to act impulsively without thinking things through.

After deciding to adopt Abbie, he realized he had other matters to attend to and no woman by his side to help take care of a young girl. After much thought, he decided to bring her back to the old house without consulting old Mr. Foley beforehand.

Without needing to see old Mr. Foley’s expression, Corey knew he was angry. In front of a child who had just lost her parents, old Mr. Foley couldn’t bring himself to refuse outright. However, his face was grim, his white eyebrows furrowed in a stern and severe expression.

“You brought her back; you take responsibility for her yourself. As for Kelvin, he has to start learning basic company affairs during the summer vacation. Don’t bother him with trivial matters.”

With both school and company affairs to handle, how could his grandson have so much time?

Corey forced a smile, “Father, isn’t thirteen a bit too young for Kelvin? Can’t we delay his entry into the company?”

“Besides, I see he’s quite patient in taking care of Cheyenne. Abbie is a well-behaved child who can help take care of Cheyenne too.”

A well-behaved child? Old Mr. Foley almost laughed coldly.

The Berry couple were hypocritical and arrogant, always pestering him whenever they saw him. He didn’t like the Berry family much. They were merely managers working for him; if they were competent, he could tolerate them.

As for the girl, old Mr. Foley had taken one look at her when she entered.

His first reaction was-frowning!

Too weak, too thin, and those tearful eyes were annoying.

Old Mr. Foley was straightforward and liked plump and cheerful youngsters; those who cried easily irritated him.

Unfortunately, Abbie was the latter.

“Rubbish! If you’re useless, don’t get in the way of me educating my grandson. If our Foley family were full of people like you who lack ambition, we’d have perished long ago. Get out of my way!”

Old Mr. Foley scolded harshly.

The “unambitious” Corey didn’t dare speak but muttered quietly in his heart, “I’m ranked among the top ten national outstanding scientists; how am I not good enough for you?”

Understanding his grandfather’s attitude, Kelvin smiled bitterly inside.

In his previous life, his grandfather had the same attitude, but he had sided with his father then.

Straightening his back, Kelvin’s lips parted slightly as he announced to his father word by word, “No! Although Abbie’s parents have passed away, their shares have already been transferred to Abbie.”

“As far as I know, the Berry family still has relatives in Akloit. It’s not appropriate for her to stay with us since we are not related by blood. It’s better for her to return to the Berry family.”

As long as Abbie held the shares, even the second branch of the Berry family wouldn’t dare harm her; they might even fawn over her.

Whether she was foolish enough to lose her parents’ inheritance wasn’t his concern.

This was probably the most they had spoken as father and son in years!

Corey felt both happy and sad.

“I thought you would agree.”

To Corey, his son seemed lonely and just not good at expressing his inner desires.

Kelvin held little Cheyenne’s chubby hand, his gaze softening considerably.

“I already have Cheyenne as my sister.”

In other words, he didn’t need another sister!

Standing at the door, Abbie felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave; the coldness spread from her feet to her head.

Cold! So cold that she trembled all over.

The girl clenched her fists tightly and bit her lip hard; her delicate face was covered in tear stains.

Her eyes were as red as a rabbit’s, filled with embarrassment, grievance, and a hint of… resentment.

She had always liked Kelvin; this boy only a year older than herself possessed a maturity others did not.

When Uncle Foley said he would adopt her yesterday, she was so happy that it slightly alleviated the sadness of losing her parents.

She thought she could finally be with Kelvin.

But what greeted her was a harsh reality.

He refused!

He didn’t like me!

And it was all because of that child; she took away what should have been mine!