“Don’t cry,” Chris said.
“Mm.”
The two of them then enjoyed a romantic dinner together, feeding each other and forgetting all about sending the email to Kelvin. Meanwhile, Mr. Foley was busy with something else and didn’t bother to remind him.
Old Mr. Foley, who had won some money for the family, came back home with a cane in his hand and a transparent backpack on his shoulder that had an image of a cartoon bunny on it – not exactly fitting for his image. You could see that there were many jelly snacks inside the backpack.
The little girl he was leading around was wearing a beautiful white dress that was now covered in mud from head to toe. Her hair accessories were crooked and her hair was messy, but she still looked adorable nonetheless.
She was completely focused on eating her chocolate sundae when she saw her mother sitting on the couch. Cierra ran towards Cheyenne with open arms and exclaimed happily, “Mommy! You’re back! Hug me!”
Just as the little girl was about to reach Cheyenne, she stopped abruptly and put her delicate hand against Cierra’s forehead instead while frowning at her daughter’s appearance like she would at a beggar.
Without hiding any disgust in her voice, Cheyenne said. “You’re so dirty; I’m not going to hug you.”
Cierra felt like all of the chocolate in her mouth suddenly turned bitter because mommy didn’t want to hug her anymore. Tears started streaming down from those big grape-like eyes as she sobbed. “Mommy doesn’t love me anymore! Cierra is so sad…”
Cheyenne chuckled without any expression showing up on face. “Are you trying out your acting skills learned from your godmother? If you really want me to believe you are crying, then shed some tears.”
“Don’t cry yet; tell me what happened first? Did you roll around in mud?” She wasn’t falling for this trick again even though Kelvin always did every time their daughter tried it out.
“Come on now Cheyenne; don’t scold Cierra too much since kids will be kids,” Kelvin pleaded while Grandpa also chimed in by saying. “That’s right! Actually Cierra has been very obedient staying close by my side all day long until she had to save a bunny.”
Last time it had been rescuing a turtle from bushes but now they changed their story into saving bunnies?
Cheyenne leaned back against the couch with arms crossed looking at Cierra teasingly before asking. “Oh really? Then where is this bunny?”
Grandpa and Cierra answered in unison, “Sent someone; Went home!”
Oops, they just blew their cover! Just as the two were feeling regretful for not discussing this topic beforehand before entering the house, Cheyenne rubbed her throbbing head with a look of disbelief.
“Grandpa, you always spoil her. Don’t let her turn into a spoiled brat who’s too late to change.”
Mr. Foley had something to say about that. He raised his hand and spoke up, “Cheyenne, don’t say that. It seems like Cierra inherited it from you. Have you forgotten about your fights and drinking at school… crawling into dog holes and watching porn?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne covered his mouth with her hand while a blush spread across her pretty face.
“That’s enough Kelvin! If you keep talking like that, tonight then you’ll be sleeping in the study.”
Sleeping in the study? That was impossible! Mr. Foley chose to shut up instead and gave Cierra a knowing glance which meant. “Be a good daughter and apologize to your mother.”
After all, Cheyenne was the mistress of this household.
Cierra bit her lip obediently while placing both hands behind herself as she lowered her head apologetically saying, “Mommy I’m sorry.”
“Hmmph… let’s go upstairs so I can help you change clothes since they’re so dirty! If people didn’t know any better, they’d think I picked up some man from out of a trash can, hence why we also have our own little piece of garbage here,” Cheyenne said jokingly referring to Cierra.
Cierra sniffled seriously this time expressing dissatisfaction by saying, “Mommy, Cierra is your precious daughter, not some piece of garbage; as for Daddy, I don’t know if he is or isn’t one though?”
Kelvin wondered why he got dragged into being scolded too? Although very disgusted by his dirty daughter at first, she was his flesh and blood, so Cheyenne carried Cierra back upstairs personally, washing and changing clothes for her.
Meanwhile downstairs, the great-granddaughter wasn’t around, so old Mr. Foley struck up conversation with Oliver whom he hadn’t seen all day.
He offered him jelly beans like it was treasure, “Oliver, come on, eat some jelly beans before doing homework, it won’t affect dinner later.”
“I won this one by playing cards, it’s really delicious, you should try one now.” Oliver heard him but instead put down the jelly bean beside him preparing himself again for homework.
But this time old Mr. Foley noticed something different; he gently held onto Oliver’s chin with warm hands.
When he saw the handprint on Oliver’s face, he thought it was Kelvin who had done it because he was usually very strict with Oliver and would hit him with his cane at times.
“You bastard, do you think my great-grandson is someone you can hit?”
Kelvin winced in pain as his leg was suddenly struck for no reason while sitting down. However, he still held back to save face.
“Grandpa, why don’t you ask what happened before taking action?”
“Huh?”
Oliver felt a little happy inside when he saw his dad being hit by Great-grandpa but didn’t dare show it too much. “Great-grandpa, this wasn’t Dad’s doing.”
If it wasn’t his eldest grandson who did this, then could it be Cheyenne?
The old man pondered over this but realized that Cheyenne couldn’t have done something like that. Despite her strictness towards them at times, she loved both children deeply.
When Oliver was born a month ago, she had to study vaccines and couldn’t breastfeed him which led to Oliver having to drink milk instead. That day Kelvin didn’t know that the milk needed to be heated up so he gave cold milk directly to Oliver which caused him to have a high fever.
Cheyenne stayed up all night taking care of him despite her own exhaustion and went back to work during the day. She never let anyone else take care of Oliver after that incident and chose instead to breastfeed him herself even if it meant sacrificing her own comfort.
Seeing Grandpa deep in thought made Kelvin reveal what happened earlier at daycare without hiding anything from him.
After hearing everything Old Mr. Foley became angrier than before and furrowed his brows in anger saying “He really doesn’t know how serious this is! How dare they touch my great-grandson!”
After venting his anger, Old Mr. Foley had not forgotten to shift his blame onto Kelvin. “Who is that person? Have you found out yet? I want to deal with them personally!”
“No need, I will handle it,” Kelvin said calmly.
Old Mr. Foley was still unsatisfied. “You handle it? That won’t do. If you had gone to pick them up earlier, Cheyenne and Oliver wouldn’t have suffered.”
“I wonder what you do all day? Is the company the only thing on your mind?”
“Cheyenne is right. I don’t have a useless grandson like you, picked up from the dumpster, hmph!”
Kelvin felt infuriated. Why was it always him who got blamed?
Old Mr. Foley decided to go to his own room to calm down.
Why is it always me who gets scolded?
“Why am I always the one getting scolded?”