“Shut up! You keep calling him a bastard, but half of his blood is yours. Are you also lowly?”
“If you didn’t like his existence, why did you give birth to him? Do you know how much Kelvin longs for motherly love? His lonely childhood and hard work were all to make you happy!”
“Where in the world is there a mother as heartless as you?”
“At least I’m not, and my mother Selah wouldn’t be either.”
Cheyenne’s angry shouts left Gracie stunned because she never thought of herself as an inadequate mother.
Perhaps it was true what this woman said; she had never treated Kelvin like a son. In Gracie’s memory, Kelvin was not nearly as likable as Sam. He was mature beyond his years and always wore a serious expression on his face. Even when he was hurt or bleeding, he wouldn’t tell anyone.
Sam was different; he had been sweet-talking and loved being coddled since he was young. That’s why Gracie liked this affectionate little son so much.
If Cheyenne hadn’t said these things to her today, she might have never realized that the cold-hearted bastard cared about her – the “mother” who had disappeared for so many years.
In the lush green grass half-a-man tall, a cold north wind blew by.
Kelvin held his breath while droplets formed on the silver mask covering his face; however, he remained motionless except for those eyes that followed Cheyenne’s figure – no one could see that there was someone hiding here.
Underneath the mask lay an emotionless handsome face – Cheyenne didn’t need to say so much because that woman didn’t have any feelings!
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be pointing her gun at his eight-month pregnant wife who also happened to be her daughter-in-law carrying their grandchild with some of her blood in its veins!
It wasn’t until now that Kelvin fully understood. those past hopes would no longer exist in the future – cherishing what’s right before your eyes is most important.
If she dared pull the trigger, even if it meant facing off against his biological mother himself, he would still choose revenge for Cheyenne and their child!
Iker looked sympathetically at Kelvin.
No wonder why he grew up looking like this, all due to lack of love from childhood.
But at the same time, Iker envied Kelvin too. At least there’s someone who loves him twice over – Cheyenne.
Oh well, he decided first to sympathize with himself instead!
The rain grew heavier, the sound of water hitting the umbrella incessant. Gracie held her gun to Cheyenne’s neck without moving. The two stared at each other fearlessly.
The air was tense and quiet, every sound amplified, even the rustling of leaves falling on her shoulder.
Finally, Gracie lowered her gun and turned decisively. “You’re brave. My hand is tired today so I’ll let you go.”
Kelvin was relieved. If they had fought… that was the last thing he wanted to see happen.
But this way was better.
He glanced at the retreating red figure, just like that evening in his studio when he first saw her after pushing open the door.
Cheyenne had just resolved a life-and-death crisis and even though she was soaked from the cold autumn rain, she couldn’t extinguish the small flame burning inside her heart.
So when she saw Omari standing outside her room hesitantly, there wasn’t much expression on her face.
“What are you doing here?”
Omari had been waiting at Cheyenne’s door for almost twenty minutes now. Since someone told him that no one was with Cheyenne outside while it rained heavily outside, he worried about her safety.
Hearing Cheyenne’s voice now and seeing that she stood safely before him finally made Omari breathe a sigh of relief.
He walked over to find that Cheyenne’s clothes were all wet through. He quickly took off his white coat, ready to put it over hers instead.
“Cheyenne, you’re pregnant now. How could you expose yourself to the rain?” Omari said concernedly.
“The baby is already eight months along, approaching the due date. It’s important to take care of yourself, especially now that you’re not alone,” he added, his actions and caring gaze expressing genuine emotions.
Despite Omari’s warm and gentlemanly gestures, Cheyenne coldly rejected him. “Don’t touch me!” she retorted.
Her attitude hurt Omari deeply but instead of leaving right away, he stayed behind looking at her with pleading yet painful eyes.
“Cheyenne, don’t be stubborn…”
“You’ve become just like those people. I don’t want anything else to do with you anymore.” She replied icily, making sure there could be no misunderstanding between them ever again..
Omari stood there holding the jacket, feeling somewhat lost. Cheyenne’s resolute departure from his side was reminiscent of the day she had declared to sever ties with him.
She truly had the ability to turn and walk away without a hint of mercy.
But he couldn’t.
In the end, wasn’t it because he loved her that he could tolerate her repeated rudeness and disrespect towards him?
Omari summoned his courage and grabbed Cheyenne’s wrist. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red box.
Opening it revealed a silver peace lock nestled inside.
With one hand, Omari took out the peace lock and placed it in Cheyenne’s palm. His lips curved into a bitter smile.
“Cheyenne, I know you don’t want to see me again. I’ve had this peace lock ready for some time now. If your child is born, consider this my gift to it.”
His restrained smile stirred something within Cheyenne’s heart. She still didn’t reach out to take the peace lock until after several moments passed when she muttered softly, “But there are still two months left.”
“Yes, there are still two months left,” Omari agreed with an unusual dominance as he stuffed the peace lock into her hand before adding nonchalantly, “But Cheyenne… I love you so much.”
“When you’re suffering from childbirth for another man in two months’ time,” He continued with jealousy creeping into his voice, “I won’t be able to help but feel envious of him.”
“You should keep it.”
As soon as those words were spoken, Omari turned around and prepared to leave without looking back at her.
For some reason though, seeing his lonely figure against this dazzling white background caused tears to well up in Cheyenne’s eyes.
She clenched onto the peace lock tightly before shouting after him.
“Omari! If there is anything troubling you…”
Just tell me!
But facing away from her now made tears silently fall down Omari’s face; afraid that if he looked back at her again, he would hesitate and soften.
“There isn’t anything troubling me, It’s all my own choice,” he replied without turning around.
She didn’t understand, what choice?
To the point where he gave up his privileged life as a wealthy heir and came here to suffer.