She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 269: I Should Have Let You Marry Nora Instead

Chapter 269: I Should Have Let You Marry Nora Instead

The silent flame between the two women was burning slowly, and even the discerning eye could see that they were not getting along.

Regardless, Juliana was a guest, and it was inappropriate for Emelia to speak like this in front of others. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Old Mr. Foley also gave Emelia a stern look and replied unkindly, "If you have nothing to do here, go back and read your books. Don't embarrass me here."

"Grandpa!"

Emelia stamped her foot in anger, her face turning red like a ripe apple.

She turned around and left.

Rex also felt his face turn red with embarrassment. "Foley, it's my fault for not raising my daughter properly. You've gone through a lot today. Take good care of your health, and I'll come to visit you again in the future."

"Well..."

He had been so happy when his old friend came to visit him unexpectedly but never expected such an incident to occur.

"Okay then, Kelvin... please escort Rex out."

Kelvin nodded coldly and said, "Mr. Chambers, please."

Rex looked at him disdainfully before saying, "No need, Mr. Foley, you are busy with work. I don't want to disturb you. It's better for you to spend time with your family than entertain me."

To everyone's surprise, Kelvin didn't get angry. Instead he nodded sincerely, "Hmm".

Rex left the room, leaving only the grandfather and grandson behind. The old man hadn't eaten a single bite of food and hadn't even taken a sip of water.

Kelvin took the bowl of congee brought in by the maid and sat by the bedside. He had never cared for anyone before, and his movements were somewhat clumsy as he held the bowl and scooped up a spoonful, bringing it to his grandfather's mouth.

The old man struggled to sit up and took a hesitant bite, saying with a sigh, "I've lived for so many years, and I've fallen to the point where someone has to feed me."

It seemed that as he grew older, he regressed.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Kelvin's dark, ink-like eyes softened, and his voice became gentler. "Grandfather, you're just unwell. It's not a fall from grace. You need to focus on getting better."

When it came to his illness, old Mr. Foley sighed again. He had endured a tough first half of his life, leaving him with many internal injuries. Years of physical labor and strain had taken their toll, and he had been suffering from this illness for two or three decades. Cheyenne had managed to stabilize it, but a complete cure was nearly impossible.

He looked up weakly and gave Kelvin a pointed glance, his eyes filled with a sincere sense of regret. "There are only two things on my mind now."

Kelvin inquired, "What are they?"

As he spoke, he looked up weakly at him with eyes full of frustration and disappointment. "What's the matter?"

"Firstly, I want to see your child born before I die... but I guess that's not going to happen."

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, his lips twitching slightly as he remained silent.

He couldn't promise such a thing. He didn't want to force himself into marrying a woman whom he didn't love just for the sake of having an heir.

"Secondly, I've always felt guilty towards Cheyenne. The Lawrence family originally wanted you to marry Nora, but it was me and Layne who convinced them to let Cheyenne be your wife instead because I could see that she truly loved you."

"If only you had let you marry Nora instead... Cheyenne is such a good girl and yet you have disappointed her. Last time when Mr. Lara came around, I thought highly of him - my second wish is for Cheyenne to find true happiness."

"That way, my guilt will be somewhat alleviated."

As he spoke on , without noticing Kelvin's face turning cold upon hearing that his grandpa wanted to match make Cheyenne and Omari.

"Grandfather, why don't you eat your porridge first?" Kelvin interrupted quickly in order not to hear any more heart-wrenching words from Omari.

He then poured another bowlful of porridge for his grandpa who stared at Kelvin with annoyance before coughing violently again.

"I-I'm done talking about those things now. Let me tell you something serious: I currently hold 10% shares."

Kelvin held a 54% stake in the company, and currently, the Berry family held the largest share among the shareholders, with 10%. The rest of the shareholders were scattered and accounted for less than 30% in total. The company had been able to maintain stability and growth until now due to the consistency of its core management team.

However, just last week, Abbie replaced Cody.

"Grandfather, this belongs to you, and there's nothing to discuss. Just keep it..."

"No, that's not it. What I meant to say was that last month I hired a lawyer to notarize my ownership of 10% of the shares. I want to divide it into three parts. Four parts will be for your future children, my great-grandchildren, whether they're boys or girls."

The sound from the room came intermittently and stopped abruptly when a figure outside happened to walk by.

Pressing his ear against the door and holding his breath, he listened carefully for any movement inside.

"Grandfather... you..."

"Don't interrupt me yet. Let me finish. The remaining 6% will be divided into two parts; one part goes to Vincent. After all, he is your uncle's son and your cousin. You don't have any objections about this, do you?"

Franklin had always been extravagant since he was young - gambling and spending money without ever contributing a penny to the Foley family.

But no matter what happened, he bore the surname Fu and Kelvin didn't want Grandfather worrying about this issue so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay then... The remaining 3% will go to Cheyenne."

Three percent would amount roughly around three hundred billion dollars at today's market value! And Grandfather wanted to give it away even though she wasn't even related by blood!

Vincent's eyes darkened in an instant as if there wasn't even a trace left of his previous gentle demeanor.

Quietly carrying his plate down the stairs back into the living room with chicken soup on it,

Franklin sat cross-legged on the sofa reading a newspaper with an extremely leisurely posture as if relaxing seaside during vacation time.

Glancing over at him out of the corner of his eye while enjoying himself like this,

Vincent walked down from upstairs carrying another bowl of soup looking especially gloomy compared with how he usually looked.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so bad? Who made you angry again?"

Vincent approached him before whispering something next to his father's ear, explaining everything that he just heard moments ago.

"Bang!"

A well-made antique blue-and-white porcelain cup shattered into pieces making loud noise scaring all household servants present nearby