Vincent spoke and elegantly crossed the threshold with his long and sturdy legs, walking toward the two figures in the hall.
His face sported a gentle smile, and his every word and action exuded elegance and decorum, showing no hint of dissatisfaction.
“Grandpa, please don’t cry. It’s a good thing that Kelvin is back. The meal in the kitchen is ready. Let’s celebrate his safe return together,” he said.
Upon hearing this, old Mr. Foley wiped away his tears and, for the first time, took the initiative to hold Kelvin’s hand. “Let’s go, it’s time for dinner.”
Kelvin looked at the large hand holding his arm, a hint of helplessness visible beneath his mask.
He was no longer a child. Why did he need to be led like this?
As Vincent passed by, his smile carried deep meaning as he spoke softly, “Is Sister-in-law pregnant? Congratulations to you. Will I soon meet my nephew?”
In an instant, Kelvin reacted like a powder keg lit, his cold eyes narrowing as he seized Vincent by the collar, exuding a terrifying aura that stunned everyone present.
Kelvin’s warning resounded in Vincent’s ear, clear and resolute.
“I warn you. If you dare to harm her in any way, I will make sure your life is worse than death! Don’t think I don’t know what you and that woman Jane are planning. George, that old bastard, is not Cheyenne’s real father. Furthermore, given how he treats Cheyenne, what use do you think he has?”
Vincent, who was half a head shorter than Kelvin, found himself being lifted by Kelvin, his toes barely touching the ground, his eyes betraying a hint of timidity.
The shock overwhelmed him. George was not Cheyenne’s real father? Why hadn’t Jane told him such important news?
Old Mr. Foley took a few steps out and suddenly heard an angry shout from behind, shivering.
Turning around, an expression of distress appeared on his old face as he sighed heavily. “Enough, Kelvin. What are you doing? He is your brother. Let him go, for my sake.”
“Hmph! For Grandpa’s sake, I’ll let you off for now,” Kelvin sneered before releasing his grip.
Vincent let out a sigh of relief and touched his neck. He had truly thought he would be killed by Kelvin just now.
As he watched the two figures departing, Vincent’s eyes gleamed with a ruthless and cunning light.
After dining with his grandpa, Kelvin arranged for the family doctor to come and give him a check-up.
There were no major issues, just a slight recurrence of an old ailment due to recent anxiety. He only needed to rest and continue with the medication.
His worry was that the medicine was running low, the same medicine that Cheyenne had prepared for him before the last incident occurred.
“Thank you, Doctor. I understand. Joe, please see him out,” Kelvin said to himself, hoping that the situation wouldn’t worsen.
Once this batch of medicine ran out, he should have brought Cheyenne back, and the issue with his grandpa would be resolved.
“Mr. Foley, it’s been a pleasure,” said the doctor.
“Dr. Lee, please come this way,” Joe escorted the doctor out, leaving only Old Mr. Foley and Kelvin in the dimly lit hall, the yellow light casting a glow on Kelvin’s silver-white mask, making his eyes appear even deeper.
Old Mr. Foley knew that Kelvin was thinking about Cheyenne and smiled, happily stroking his beard.
“Alright, you don’t have to worry about it here. Once you handle the company’s affairs, go to Jostrana and bring back Cheyenne and my great-grandson as soon as possible.”
“Mmm.”
Kelvin may not have realized the changes happening to himself, but Old Mr. Foley saw it clearly.
He teased, unable to contain his joy, “You rascal, I told you to treat Cheyenne better before, to have a child and win her heart. But instead, you acted all proud and opposed me.”
“And now, you even have a child. You’re truly fickle.”
Listening to his grandfather’s teasing that had once again become unserious, Kelvin blushed. Luckily, his mask hid it, so his grandpa couldn’t see.
With a muffled voice, he coldly hummed, “Oh.”
Old Mr. Foley sighed, picked up his cane, and prepared to return to his room to rest. As he walked, he spoke softly, “I knew at first sight that child was exceptional. Standing next to you, she matched you well.”
“Even though there were twists and turns later on, in the end, you two found your way back to each other, proving that my taste was right.”
“Kelvin, you should be grateful that I chose Cheyenne for you back then, and not Nora.”
At the mention of Nora, a hint of disgust flashed in Kelvin’s eyes, and he uncommonly expressed his gratitude, “Yes, thank you, Grandpa.”
Meeting Cheyenne was the greatest happiness of his life.
He almost lost this happiness, but luckily, he managed to find her again.
Kelvin had once complained about the many misfortunes that had befallen him, but now, he thought that if all the misfortune in the first half of his life was because it led him to Cheyenne later on, then it was worth it.
After escorting his grandfather back to his bedroom, Kelvin, exhausted from the day, returned to his own room.
It had been a while since he last came here, and the room felt colder.
Everything was as it used to be, without any changes, except for the person who had changed-himself.
From the moment he stepped into the room, he felt a chill.
Perhaps it was because he was used to having her by his side, enjoying her comforting presence.
After sighing softly, Kelvin walked to the wardrobe and opened it, grabbing a bathrobe and heading towards the bathroom.
Usually, he didn’t bring his phone with him when taking a shower.
But today, he did, not for listening to music, but because he feared that Cheyenne might call and he wouldn’t answer.
He placed his phone on the highest shelf, looking at the bright screen with that innocent and sweet smile, slowly curling his lips into a crimson smile.
“Cheyenne, I miss you.”
It had been almost a day since they last contacted each other. Why hadn’t she reached out to him yet?
After finishing his shower, Kelvin’s first instinct was to check his call history. Unfortunately… her call wasn’t there.
Back on the Line app, he found Cheyenne was offline.
He had sent her a text in the morning when he got off the plane, but she hadn’t replied.
Kelvin furrowed his thick eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and dialed her number.
After ringing for just two seconds, he hung it up.
It was already half past twelve; Cheyenne should… probably be sleeping by now.
As a pregnant woman, if she didn’t rest well at night, it would affect the baby.