Cheyenne quickly halted her attempt to close the car window, startled by Kate’s sudden intrusion. “Hey, superstar, it’s no problem if your hand is injured, but don’t get me in trouble and make Master Glenn scold me,” she exclaimed.
After being best friends for over a decade, Kate knew Cheyenne’s personality well. She didn’t take Cheyenne’s cursing to heart and instead leaned towards the car window to catch a glimpse of Oliver. “I haven’t seen him in almost a month. I miss him so much.”
Kate would often pick up Oliver when she went to pick up her daughter Sasha while dressed casually. She had taken him out to eat countless times before, so he had a good impression of his Aunt Kate.
A faint smile appeared on Oliver’s cold face as he softly called out, “Aunt Kate.”
Kate was pressed for time but wished she could talk more with Oliver. “Oh, you’re such a good boy! Auntie forgot to bring candy this time but I’ll make sure to give you some next time.”
“It’s okay,” replied Oliver.
“Alright then, “Alright, Cheyenne, you can go back now. I’ll be on my way too. Next time we’ll invite Reece too and I’ll treat everyone!”
Cheyenne realized that it had been quite some time since she last saw Reece and agreed with her plan.
“Haha! Don’t worry about eating too much. I’m just afraid you might not come!” joked Kate.
As for that guy Reece, he was a perfectly fine national idol, but he insisted on studying business management abroad. It seems like his dad’s pig farm is preparing for him to inherit it.
At the Foley mansion…
Kelvin, for once, finished his early shift and declined his friends’ invitation to go for a drink. He drove straight home instead.
Upon arriving home Kelvin found no one there; not even his beloved daughter who usually loved swinging on their garden swing set during this hour.
He checked upstairs first. no one there either; nor in the bathroom or study room which were both tidy as usual.
Finally returning downstairs into the living room only added more emptiness than ever before.
“Could they be in the kitchen?” Kelvin muttered under his breath while walking towards it.
Once inside two maids were cooking dinner when they saw Kelvin walk in causing them both nearly drop everything they held while whispering quietly. “Master Kelvin.”
“Where’s my wife?” asked Kelvin sternly.
“We don’t know,” replied one maid nervously.”Missus left after waking up from her nap.”
“And what about my grandfather and daughter?”
“Old Mr. Foley took Cierra out with him playing mahjong.”
Upon hearing this, Kelvin’s brow immediately furrowed deeply, and even his forehead lines became visible. He returned to the sofa in a huff.
“Grandfather, really! How could he take his precious daughter to play mahjong? Those places are noisy and chaotic. I hope he doesn’t influence the child in a negative way!” Kelvin grumbled to himself.
So he took out his phone and called Grandpa, “Grandpa, is Cierra with you?”
There was a noise of playing mahjong on the other end of the phone. Old Mr. Foley seemed to have won and was very happy.
“Six sixes for gang up and flower bloom, give me money quickly!”
Cierra’s voice could be heard next to him saying “Great-grandpa, money… give me.”
Kelvin felt speechless. He had planned to raise his daughter as a well-bred young lady; how could she get involved in gambling?
“Grandpa, bring Cierra back quickly! How can a child go to that kind of place?”
Old Mr. Foley said. “It’s still early; let’s play some more. Cierra is my lucky star; she always gets the cards I want haha.”
“Well enough talk now; we’re starting the game now so come pick your cards Cierra.”
Beep beep beep… before Kelvin could say anything else, old Mr. Foley hung up.
His tall figure leaned back against the sofa with closed eyes for a while before opening them again after just a few minutes.
Looking at the crystal chandelier above him, Kelvin realized for the first time how boring it was without them around.
He had no choice but to return to his study and pick up his iPad again.
“I love overtime work and overtime work loves me!”
After a while he heard two familiar voices downstairs followed by two figures appearing at their doorstep- one big one small- Cheyenne had returned home.
Kelvin couldn’t concentrate anymore so he hastily packed away everything before going down stairs to greet them both.
“Cheyenne, where did you go?” After running around outside all afternoon, Cheyenne collapsed onto their couch upon returning home glancing upwards only briefly towards Kelvin who stood at their staircase landing.
Kelvin wore white shirt tucked into black suit pants which accentuated his lean yet tall frame perfectly.
The high quality shirt fit snugly around him like it would on any male model walking down runways leaving Cheyenne momentarily stunned by how handsome he looked.
Hmm…so handsome!
This reminded her of Kelvin from high school days when every Monday morning he would stand on stage as an excellent student delivering speeches and coming down looking just as cool.
“And after hanging out with Kate for a while, she selfishly abandoned me for a romantic interest. So I went to pick up Oliver from school as well,” Kelvin muttered, still annoyed by the turn of events.
As Oliver was about to take out his homework, he looked up at his father. Kelvin noticed the handprint on his son’s face and couldn’t help but feel a little pleased. “Cheyenne, did you hit him?”
Oliver immediately lowered his head and decided he didn’t want to talk to his father anymore.
“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re thinking,” Cheyenne rolled her eyes. “I didn’t hit him.”
“If it wasn’t you, then who did? Do they want trouble?” Kelvin’s frown deepened as he walked down the stairs towards Oliver.
He lifted Oliver’s small face in his hands and sighed at how pitiful he looked.
“Here’s what happened…” Cheyenne recounted the events that took place at kindergarten from start to finish, but she skipped over how she taught that woman a lesson.
“We ended up at the police station where we ran into Gordon. He helped me vent my anger.”
Kelvin was usually strict with Oliver because he didn’t want him competing for Cheyenne’s attention, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love his son. If it were someone else hitting him instead of Cheyenne, Kelvin would be unhappy about it.
His body radiated coldness as he stared at Oliver’s still-swollen face. “What is this woman who hit my son called?”
Seeing Kelvin in this state, Cheyenne knew that the plump woman they were referring to was in for trouble. She feared that Kelvin might do something rash, so she quickly grabbed his hand.
“Alright Kelvin, I already dealt with her.”
“You did it as a mother but I hadn’t done anything as a father,” said Kelvin sternly.
Oliver bit down on his lip while looking up into the towering figure of his father; for once in life feeling truly shaken inside.
He always thought Dad only liked his sister…
After hesitating for a moment or two, Oliver reached out and held onto Kevin’s hand, taking the initiative for the first time ever.
“Dad… it’s okay now… I’ll become stronger so nobody can bully me again.”
Kelvin let out another sigh. “Silly child.”
He was only four years old right now; growing up…was still far away…he should be responsible as a parent!