She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 623: We Will Never Be Happy

Selah!

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Why would this fat lady know? And just now, as she looked at herself, there was a hint of fear in her guilty eyes. This state was definitely off.

A quick thought flashed in Cheyenne's eyes. It made her even more curious about her mother, Selah. What kind of person was she really? Was she just a fool with good looks? And why did she end up marrying George, an ordinary yet confident jerk?

The mention of Selah also triggered a momentary tremble in Abel, who had been sitting upright all along. His hand, resting on his knee, trembled lightly, and his eyes showed a hint of turmoil, looking at Cheyenne with a tenderness as if he were gazing at his own child.

All of Abel's reactions were reflected in Bianca's eyes, igniting jealousy in her heart. She clenched her fists, allowing her nails to dig into the palms of her hands, feeling the pain but paying no attention to it. If her feelings towards Yvonne were just apprehension and suspicion, then the mention of Selah made her hate to the core, something she could never forget.

She had been married to Abel for over twenty years. In these long twenty years, her meticulous care had not melted his heart. Ironically, though he had adored Selah for so many years, Selah fell in love with his good buddy and had eloped. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had the chance to become the First Lady.

What was this strange look in his eyes? It gave Cheyenne a shiver, wondering if this old man had taken a fancy to her. Even though he was handsome and the president, he was already over fifty years old. Cheyenne used her hand to cover half of her face, slightly leaning away, and softly comforted, "We will never be happy."

As the words fell, even Yvonne felt exasperated. What was this child thinking? The President was the head of this great nation. He had traveled a lot and seen many people; how could he possibly take a fancy to Cheyenne?

Abel was also stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, playing a joke with Cheyenne in public.

"Too bad, I'm over thirty years older than you. Good child, you can call me godfather."

The power of this statement was no less than a bolt from the blue, striking the hearts of the audience. Each of them was so shocked that their mouths couldn't close, especially Connor and Jay, whose reactions were the most exaggerated.

Connor happened to be playing with his beard out of boredom, and when he heard these words, he carefully pinched a nerve. He had pulled the wrong hair. He had pulled out nose hair. The pain made him howl for a while. Looking at the dark nose hair in his hand, he fell into contemplation.

On the other hand, Jay was secretly munching on the pastries on the table. When he heard the words, he couldn't help it. A mouthful of spit and pastry crumbs splattered onto the person in front. Tonight, Bianca deliberately wore a low-cut backless evening dress to highlight her "good shape."

Just as Bianca was still reeling from her husband's decision, her attention was successfully diverted by a sudden warm sensation on her back. Instinctively, she reached behind and felt a sticky, greasy residue on her fingertips. When she looked closer, she saw transparent saliva mixed with disgusting crumbs...

Bianca immediately stood up from her seat in anger.

Jay, being just a child, burst into tears and sought refuge in Cheyenne's arms, trembling as he said, "Master, I didn't mean to..."

"That old lady is so scary, I'm scared." Cheyenne remarked.

Bianca's gaze became even more piercing, and she extended a hand, ready to scold Jay, but her husband stopped her. "Alright, let's not make a big deal out of it. Besides, this child didn't do it on purpose." "You spoke up for him! This outfit cost over three million!" Bianca exclaimed.

"This kind of illegitimate child, who doesn't have parents to raise him, should be brought to prison for good discipline!" she added.

Jay was born as an orphan, without a father or mother. If it weren't for Wind Hall, he wouldn't have known where he would have starved to death. Such words were undoubtedly too harsh for a child. Cheyenne saw the tears in Jay's eyes, his young face turning red, but he held back from crying. Seeing this, she empathized with him deeply. She had also received her fair share of malicious comments when she was young.

"Enough! It's just three million, I'll compensate you!" Cheyenne said. "But as an adult, especially one sinking in the quicksand of life, humiliating a child like this isn't very righteous, is it?"

Her protective stance made Jay feel a warmth he had never experienced before. However... it wasn't worth the Wind Hall's leader quarreling with that old woman for his sake.

"Master, let me apologize to this old lady. I don't want you to compensate her for my sake," Jay said.

Three million was not a small amount. Wind Hall was already poor, and compensating such a huge sum would only worsen its financial situation.

The little boy calling her "old lady" repeatedly infuriated Bianca. If it weren't for the crowd and the curious onlookers, she would have ordered someone to grab the kid and give him a good lesson already. Taking several deep breaths, Bianca managed to calm herself down and let out a snort.

Once again, she rejected Abel's decision firmly, saying, "I don't care what you think, but I refuse to accept Cheyenne as our adopted daughter. Don't we already have Emily?"

As she mentioned Emily, the latter happened to arrive accompanied by Hayden. Her ears caught Abel's heartless words.

"That was your decision to adopt her, not mine. I didn't object back then because I knew you would never be able to bear children again," Abel said.

"Now, I like Cheyenne, and you have no reason to obstruct me," he added.

His words conveyed two messages

to the crowd first, Bianca herself had proposed Emily's status as the president's daughter, and he had merely sympathetically accepted her decision. Second, he had already made up his mind about adopting Cheyenne as his goddaughter.

Bianca held her chest in pain, and a momentary dimness clouded her eyes. She forced a bitter smile and said, "How could you forget how became unable to bear children? Abel you have owed me for over twenty years, and this debt will never be repaid."

"I know," Abel sighed deeply, and his gaze caught sight of the slender and beautiful figure. His body immediately stiffened.