Will it be someone from the Callahan family?
After all, she only offended that woman in Jostrana. Then she was forced to leave Jostrana and arrange this before leaving?
It’s only been two or three days during this period, and she should be too busy escaping for such a well-organized assassination plan.
If it’s not her, then who could it be?
Knowing her whereabouts, mastering her routine and even lifestyle habits, and being familiar with her attitude towards people around her and taking advantage of it.
It’s clear that this person knows her very well.
When did such a terrifying person lurk by her side, and she didn’t even know!
At this moment, Iker raised another question, “Cheyenne, look at this wristband, is it from your hospital?”
Cheyenne shook her head, “No, wristbands from our hospital are all uniform blue.”
The fluorescent green effect may be good, but she personally doesn’t like this color much, so she had the purchasing department change it to a refreshing blue color in the first place.
Hopedale Hospital is the top hospital in the area, and when other hospitals saw it, they followed suit and changed their wristbands.
“This wristband should be from several years ago.”
Currently, besides the wristband, there are no other compelling clues about the identity of this mysterious killer.
For a moment, both of them fell silent, and the car became quiet.
Just then, a dull sound came.
Bang-
The sudden sound startled Cheyenne. She looked down… Cierra actually forcibly tore off the small toy that was on Master Iker’s car.
Cheyenne was instantly furious.
She was already upset, and now Cierra was causing trouble. She grabbed her and smacked her little bottom twice.
Slap, slap!
“I told you not to touch anything randomly. Why did you take Uncle Iker’s things without permission?”
This was the first time Cierra had been hit by mommy since she could remember. She was stunned at first, then opened her little red mouth.
She cried.
“Mama is bad… You, you hit me, Mama doesn’t love me anymore.”
Cheyenne didn’t put much strength into it, yet she cried with tears flowing, as if she was some wicked stepmother.
“Stop pretending. You easily cry like this whenever I scold you. If you don’t want me to hit you, you should listen and quickly give the thing back!”
Cierra sniffed pitifully and threatened in a weak voice, “You hit me, hiccup, when Daddy comes back, I’ll let him spank your butt, bad Mama.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne couldn’t help but laugh and cry. She roughly wiped her nose with a tissue.
“You look so ugly. Your snot is about to drop into your mouth. Don’t go out and say you’re my daughter.”
“Alright, Cierra, are you going to tattle and find backup now? I’m sorry to tell you that your dad’s dearest person is me. He’s my husband, how could he listen to you?”
After speaking, Cheyenne smirked triumphantly, a provoking glint in her eyes.
Cierra, who had just stopped her tears, burst into tears once again. Her tears wet the entire tissue as she pouted and retorted while sobbing, “No, Daddy clearly said his dearest person is me!”
“Oh?”
Indeed, a daughter is her father’s former sweetheart. Did Kelvin, that despicable man, really say that?
When he comes back, she will definitely teach him a lesson!
By this time, the red light had turned green. Iker accelerated the car while multitasking to console the mother and daughter beside him.
The red light had turned to green as Iker pressed on the gas pedal and drove forward, trying to focus on both the road ahead and the mother-daughter duo beside him.
“Alright Cheyenne, Cierra is still young, don’t be so hard on her. It’s in a kid’s nature to like toys, they’re not worth much anyway. If she likes it, let her have it,” Iker said, not even sure where the Spider-Man toy came from in his car.
It was probably left behind by Lewis last time. Four years had passed, and Lewis who used to call her “Fairy Sister” was now almost eight years old, just starting second grade.
Iker felt sorry for Cierra and naturally didn’t think much of this small matter. But Cheyenne saw it differently, her expression serious as she said, “Master Iker, you don’t know how this little girl acts recklessly at home every day. Because she’s the youngest and a daughter, everyone spoils her.”
“From her grandpa, uncle, to her dad, Kelvin, Aunt Yvonne, you, Mr. Lara… all the way down to her brother, Sasha, everyone spoils her and dotes on her.”
“I’m truly afraid that one day she’ll get used to being spoiled by everyone, and when her temper grows willful, it’ll be too late to regret it.”
The toy might not be worth much, but it was a matter of basic courtesy. Taking someone else’s belongings without permission was a form of petty theft.
Cheyenne didn’t think being young and playful could excuse anything, as many habits are formed in childhood. If not corrected in time, these bad habits would only escalate as one grows up, even leading to regrettable actions.
She couldn’t control others, nor did she want to, but Cierra was her daughter, so she had to. She had a point, and Iker knew he had no right to interfere with Cheyenne’s decision. However, he genuinely believed Cierra was still young and the situation wasn’t as serious as she made it out to be.
“Cierra, apologize to Mom, and then Uncle Iker will give you this toy, okay?”
Cheyenne swiftly vetoed, “No, that won’t work either. Didn’t you say the toy belongs to Lewis? What if the little guy can’t find his toy and starts crying?”
“No worries, Lewis is eight now, I’ll get him another gift when that time comes.” After crying her heart out, Cierra composed herself and placed the toy back, then flung herself into Iker’s lap to apologize.
“Uncle Iker, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take your things.” With one hand on the wheel, Iker had to use his other hand to hug her.
“Shh, don’t cry… Uncle knows Cierra is a good kid, but Mom scolded you for your own good.” Cierra hiccupped, “I… I know… hic…”
Seeing her with red eyes softened Cheyenne’s heart a bit. Nonetheless, in a family, there had to be someone playing the tough role and someone playing the soft one. Kelvin spoiled Cierra even more than she did, so as a mother, she had to be the tough one.
When Cierra called her a “bad mama” earlier, it had hurt her feelings quite a bit. This was the child she had carried for nine months, how could she not love her and care for her?
“Mom, I’m sorry, I won’t touch Uncle Iker’s things again.”
“Well… I wanted to take this Spider-Man to give to a sick old grandpa.” It took Cierra a long time to explain her reason.
Cheyenne was confused, “What old grandpa?” Didn’t she only have one grandpa?