Kelvin sat at the end of the couch, feeling a pang of sadness as he watched his beloved daughter quickly siding with her grandfather. It was hard to deny the unease he felt.
He looked at his son, who sat on the carpet with a cold, expressionless face, engrossed in watching cartoons without so much as a blink. With his serious demeanor, one might think he was watching his own future.
Meanwhile, not far away, his wife lay playing on her phone, not even sparing him a glance, smiling to herself. He wondered who she was chatting with and what could make her so happy. Was he the only one feeling isolated in the family?
Perhaps sensing his father’s unhappiness, his dutiful son, who was still watching cartoons, hesitated for a while and finally handed him the TV remote control.
“Dad, you watch TV. I’ll go do my homework.”
Kelvin wondered if his son thought that watching cartoons could solve the unhappiness of adults? Who knew, he never paid attention to such things! But he did support his son’s love for learning, so he silently took the remote control and turned off the TV. “Well, you go study.”
Oliver stared at him. “Why didn’t you say earlier that you don’t watch cartoons? I even gave up my favorite cartoon for you, and now you turn off the TV and tell me to study?”
Kelvin and Oliver exchanged a gaze, and in the end, it was Kelvin, the father, who acted first. His warm palm touched Oliver’s little head. With a deep voice tinged with a hint of laughter, he said, “Go on, finish your homework early and get some rest.”
In Oliver’s memory, his father had rarely been so gentle with him. Although he was mature for his age, he was still just a four-year-old child, longing for his parents’ affection.
He knew he couldn’t compete with his sister because he was a boy and he had to protect his mom and sister in the future.
But every time he saw his father being so gentle with Cierra, yet cold and expressionless towards him, Oliver couldn’t help but feel afraid. The question of “Does Dad love me?” had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and today, a gentle touch was a very warm gesture for him.
He suddenly thought his father also loved him.
As Oliver left with his workbook, his heart was filled with hope. He would do his best and strive to make his father love him more. He didn’t need love more than his sister and mom, just a little more than Chance would be enough.
The person Cheyenne was chatting with was none other than her best friend Kate and her male best friend, Reece. Previously, when they were bored, Kate had created a social group and added Reece to it. Reece, being clueless about the situation, added Jerome into the group. Kate brought in an acquaintance named Krystal and asked Cheyenne if she had any close friends she could invite to the group.
After some thought, Cheyenne didn’t invite anyone.
Then Reece openly started flaunting his relationship in the group, trying to provoke her.
Reece: “I heard you went to pick up Mr. Lara today, Cheyenne. You’re so heartless. I also returned to the country today. Why didn’t you come pick me up?”
Jerome: “Do you even need to ask? It’s because you’re too ugly, so Miss Lawrence is afraid she’ll have to send you directly to the vet clinic.”
Krystal: “Why the vet clinic?”
Jerome: “Because it’s cheaper, hahaha.”
Kate: “Krystal, don’t pay attention to them. I heard you’re filming in Shedale. Are you coming back soon?”
Krystal: “Not yet. I have to shoot for three months. I can’t see my Chris anymore, boohoo. Cheyenne, can you ask Mr. Foley why my Chris suddenly got sent on a business trip?”
Cheyenne: “Ah? I never ask about my husband’s business.”
Krystal: “But we just confessed and announced our relationship, and the next day he was sent on a business trip. As his boss’s wife, can you explain this?”
Reece: “No need to say, it must be Mr. Foley’s doing!”
Jerome: “No need to say, I support my wife’s opinion.”
Reece: “Shut up! I’m the husband, don’t forget you lost to me last night, so you become the wife.”
Jerome: “Doesn’t count. You took medicine last night, that’s cheating!”
The crowd seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
Kate sent a picture of a cute husky with a caption that said, “Just as I expected,” dazzling and blinding everyone.
“Cheyenne, you’re studying medicine. Do you have any way to help our friend? He’s so young and already needs medication. What will happen when he gets older?”
“But my Chris is great. I chose him because he has an eight-pack abs! Bragging/Showing off.”
Kate couldn’t accept that. “It’s just an eight-pack abs, right? My Master Glenn has a ten-pack!”
Jerome: “I have a twelve-pack. Did I say something?”
Reece, getting angry and embarrassed, said, “Shut up, Mr. Foley has an eighteen-pack. Did our Cheyenne show off her husband?”
An eighteen-pack?
Cheyenne: “Yes, you all guessed it right. My husband not only has an eighteen-pack abs, but he also has eighteen legs. It takes him an hour just to put on his shoes.”
Cheyenne glanced at them, too lazy to chat with this group of immature people, closed the Line chat and went back to find Omari.
He frowned.
“Omari, have you landed? Reply to me when you get home!”
After about five or six minutes, just as she was about to go upstairs to rest, Omari actually sent her a location.
In less than two seconds, the message was quickly deleted.
Cheyenne had sharp eyes. Although the other person deleted it quickly, she saw the word “Yheehull.”
And the other person was in the middle of typing.
After almost a minute, a short sentence came, “I’m here; don’t worry.”
Omari was someone she had known for almost ten years. Cheyenne was familiar with his tone of speech and gestures. She knew Omari wouldn’t talk to her this way.
After thinking for a moment, Cheyenne decided to make a voice call. After a few seconds, the call was answered.
With doubts in her mind, an inexplicable uneasiness filled her. “Answer quickly.”
Finally, the call connected.
A hoarse voice came from the other end, very soft, but she recognized it as Omari for sure.
“Cheyenne.” The voice sounded like he had a cold.
“Omari, where the hell have you been? I brought Kelvin to pick you up this morning, and we waited for nothing. Do you have any idea?”
On the other end of the phone, a man dressed in a dark blue suit, with a handsome face, was being held hostage and kneeling on the ground. His arm was cut, and he was bleeding profusely.
The white shirt was stained pink, and the blue rose-shaped brooch on the collar emitted a subtle and luxurious glow.