He suspected his wife was indirectly scolding him, but when he lowered his head to look, he saw that the prescription did indicate neurology.
“You see, I didn’t lie to you,” Paisley said, slightly triumphant, unable to suppress a small smile.
“This must be some unethical doctor who randomly prescribed this. My injury is in the leg, why check my brain?” he retorted.
…
In the room, most of the people had left. Channing glanced at his daughter, then at his son-in-law, who looked disheveled. He suddenly felt that staying here wasn’t quite appropriate.
He picked up Oliver. “Oliver, let’s go. Let me take you outside to play. Mike and Baylee, come along too.”
At the words, Oliver’s eyes lit up. Did this mean he could have the fried chicken and cola he had been craving for so long?
“Okay.” Oliver reached out his hands and hugged his grandfather’s neck, obediently following him out.
In the room, only Cheyenne and Kelvin remained, silent for a moment.
After a few seconds of silence, Cheyenne awkwardly pointed towards the door and softly asked, “Should I leave too? You should rest.”
As soon as the words fell, Kelvin clutched his chest, gasping for air. “Don’t go! Cheyenne, come help me check… I suddenly feel chest tightness, like I’m about to suffocate.”
“What? Let me see!” Concerned, Cheyenne walked towards him, but as soon as she reached the bedside, a broad hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into an embrace.
The familiar embrace, warmth, and scent… Cheyenne’s mind went blank. Above her, she heard the magnetic laughter of the man, sending shivers down her spine.
“Thank you for caring for me like this, Cheyenne. It seems we are still the most compatible. Everything else is just trivial.”
If pretending to be sick could garner sympathy, then maybe his leg should take a bit longer to heal?
Cheyenne realized that Kelvin was simply pretending to be sick. She immediately clenched her fist and punched him in the chest.
“Does it still hurt now?”
“Ouch.” Kelvin grimaced, coughing twice while holding his chest, his handsome face showing a pitiful expression.
“Cheyenne, are you trying to murder your husband?”
“Hmph, you deserve it for trying to deceive me!”
It was foolish of her to believe such a clumsy lie. This punch was well deserved.
“And I haven’t settled the score with you yet. Why did you knock me out in the lab?”
Though she didn’t know how the three of them escaped exactly, Kelvin’s behavior made her recall it with a pang of heartache.
He must have done something dangerous behind her back!
“Well…”
Things had already passed, and Kelvin didn’t want to worry Cheyenne or make her cry by telling her the truth. So, he casually replied, “I knocked you out because I was afraid you would feel nauseous seeing the monster’s death scene.”
“You don’t know, that monster died in a gruesome way, burned into several pieces by electricity, blood splattering everywhere…”
Cheyenne looked at him coldly, seeing through his lies, and sighed deeply.
“If you don’t want to tell me, then I won’t ask anymore.”
She paused for a moment.
Then, she half propped herself up, reached out and cupped his face, planting a kiss on his lips.
It was a kiss devoid of any desire, rare tenderness.
“I know, I know it all. Kelvin, no matter what happens in the future, you can’t leave me alone again.”
“In jail, everything you said to me was true. In this life, we share the same fate, and I keep his word.”
“Cheyenne.”
Kelvin hugged her tightly, moved to tears, wondering what he had done to deserve such deep affection from her.
Proud as he was, the truth was, she was the mother of his child, and he truly loved her.
“Cheyenne! I’m sorry, I was wrong… I won’t do it again in the future.”
Never before had Kelvin felt as elated as he did now. Tears streamed down his face, but he didn’t want Cheyenne to see his embarrassed side. Before she could lift her head, he kissed her.
Amidst the entwining of lips, there was an intense, unexpressed love, longing to hold each other tightly, to merge into one soul.
As husband and wife, even in life and death, they could not be separated.
…
In a hotel in Brewood.
A man stood by the French window in a white bathrobe, the residual sunlight casting a golden glow upon him, making him appear as if illuminated by divine light.
Pure as a god.
Outside the window, there were pedestrians of all kinds, representing different lives, but to the man’s clear eyes, it all seemed lonely.
“How can these vulgar and ignorant mortals be worthy of such a magnificent sunset.”
He sneered, pulling the curtains shut, casting the room into darkness.
Only the faint blue light from the phone screen illuminated the man’s incredibly handsome face.
Expressionless, he ordered, “Book a flight for tomorrow morning at eight.”
“Yes, sir.”
The next day, though the sun was still shining brightly, Jaelynn felt an icy chill all over her body.
As if plunged into an icy abyss, unable to extricate herself.
She saw her niece Elsa’s body.
The body had been soaking in the water for a long time, already pale and bloated, disfigured by the bites of piranhas in the water.
Jaelynn ran over, sobbing uncontrollably.
She didn’t care how disgusting the body was, she held it in her arms as if it were a precious treasure.
“Elsa! Elsa, wake up, don’t leave Auntie alone, okay?”
“I promised to elevate you to the position of heir of the Weaver family. I’m sorry… it’s Auntie’s fault, I didn’t protect you.”
Tears fell drop by drop onto Elsa’s face.
The latter lay there motionless, eyes closed as if asleep.
Jaelynn, filled with grief and anger, pounded the ground with her handcuffed hands, glaring fiercely at Cheyenne.
Her face twisted in madness as she roared at her, “It’s you! You must have killed Elsa, Cheyenne, you bitch! I want you to accompany her in death!”
As she spoke, Jaelynn rushed forward recklessly.
In the blink of an eye, she was in front of Cheyenne, who hadn’t made any moves yet.
“Watch out, Cheyenne!”
Everyone tensed, ready to act. But before they could, Jaelynn was suddenly kicked away.
Channing appeared behind Cheyenne, holding Oliver in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.
The kick just now was his doing.
No effort spared, he kicked Jaelynn so hard she spat blood.
“Trying to bully my daughter? Even if you had nine lives, it wouldn’t be enough. Don’t believe me? You can try!” Cheyenne, on the other hand, stared blankly at her father.
Seeing this, he furrowed his brow, suspecting his daughter had been frightened into silence.
“Cheyenne, are you okay?”