She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 312: Withdraw The Funding

Chapter 312: Withdraw the Funding

Later on, Leandro followed his family's arrangement and married a well-matched lady, and the couple was said to be leading a comfortable life.

Moon Hall, under his management, gradually developed into a centennial old business, now an establishment that residents in Onistead couldn't ignore.

Layne, after his return to Yrose, no longer paid attention to the Zamora family's affairs.

When Cheyenne was thirteen, he met his junior, Madeleine, in Akloit. She had chosen to return to her homeland after her husband's accidental death. The first time she saw Cheyenne, Madeleine took a liking to her and proposed to take Cheyenne as her disciple.

Layne could have taught Cheyenne himself without the need for her to become Madeleine's disciple, but perhaps out of pity for the woman who was past her prime and alone, he agreed to it.

Madeleine specialized in traditional medicine, focusing on the traditional diagnostic techniques. When Cheyenne became her disciple, Madeleine already had two other disciples, Jonathan Owen and Carl Weber.

Carl was the senior disciple, joining earlier and receiving some of Madeleine's true teachings.

After mastering the skills, he established his own school of traditional medicine and took on many apprentices. Jase Terry, who had a conflict with Cheyenne in the hospital, was Carl's first disciple.

Madeleine's health was fragile, and she was at the end of her rope. After passing on all her knowledge and skills to Cheyenne, she smiled and passed away.

Before her death, she pulled the fourteen-year-old Cheyenne to her side and said, this was the biggest pride of her life and the greatest glory.

Thinking of her master, Cheyenne's eyes welled up with tears, and she realized that she had wasted her master's expectations for so many years. From the age of sixteen to twenty-one, she had lived a muddled existence, not only wasting the years but also disappointing many people's deep affection for her.

"Perhaps, Cheyenne, if you approach Leandro as a disciple of your master, he might agree to see you."

"Yes, I'll go to Onistead after I'm done here."

She readily agreed to this task, even though it was not her area of expertise.

Iker gazed at the delicate, fair, and exquisite smiling face before him. When Cheyenne smiled, she had two shallow dimples on her cheeks, looking sweet and charming.

"Miss Lawrence... actually..."

He felt as if a wind chime had been hung in his heart, and Cheyenne was the one who brushed against it with a spring breeze. The sound of the wind chime played continuously in his heart, clear and melodious.

"Enough, I just can't stand your fiancee, what's her name again? Emily Davidson? Her pride must be soaring to the sky. Don't you want to see her in a sorry state after being slapped in the face?"

Cheyenne coldly hummed with her arms crossed, her delicate face full of interest, her watery and shiny starry eyes showing determination.

"Of course!"

He wanted to see it in his dreams!

Not because he had any feelings for Emily Davidson, but because it concerned his face and dignity as a man. It was about regaining the honor he had lost.

Iker subconsciously touched the position on his shoulder. His green military uniform should have been filled with shining stars, but now it was completely empty.

At the Foley mansion, old Mr. Foley had a brief period of alertness the day before yesterday, but his condition worsened after some conversation. He now lay in bed with his consciousness blurred.

Many people surrounded his bed, and Emelia occupied the best spot by his side, tightly holding her grandfather's hand and sobbing softly. Her eyes were as red as walnuts, and her fair face appeared grim as she cried and muttered.

"Grandfather, I truly feel unworthy of you. Vincent initially wanted to get a doctor for you, but when he arrived at the door, Kelvin stopped him," she said. "I don't know what Kelvin was thinking. You're so ill, yet he's still handling company affairs, claiming he's busy when, in reality, he just doesn't want to come back."

"Oh, by the way, Grandfather, Vincent has arranged a great doctor for you. How about we let him in to see you?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Old Mr. Foley lay with his eyes closed, and he was impatiently waving his hand a couple of times as if he were swatting flies.

Emelia thought her grandfather was asking her to go, so she happily shouted at the father and son outside the door, "Dad, Vincent, could you please bring old Mr. Edwards inside?"

When Old Mr. Foley heard the words "Old Mr. Edwards", his eyelids trembled, and he strained to open his eyes, looking at the newcomer.

The man appeared to be around old Mr. Foley's age, with graying hair. He wore a black cloth shirt, and perched on his nose were gold-rimmed glasses. His face was ordinary but lined with wrinkles.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, Old Mr. Foley. I'm Adrian, Layne's younger brother. This time, I agreed to visit you at the request of Mr. Vincent. Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Layne's brother?

Old Mr. Foley had heard rumors about the Edwards family's secrets when he was younger. Now, Adrian Edwards had suddenly appeared after more than twenty years. This made him ponder about the purpose behind Adrian's appearance.

"What... I don't need it. My illness..., only Cheyenne can treat it."

Cheyenne?

As old Mr. Foley kept mentioning his grandniece's name, Adrian quickly hid a hidden emotion from view.

Old Mr. Foley wouldn't let him treat him even if he had great skills. He turned to look at Vincent, and their eyes met.

Vincent knelt down by the bedside and gently advised, "Grandfather, Miss Lawrence is not here at the moment. Your illness can't be delayed. This doctor is also a descendant of the Edwards family and is highly skilled. Let him take a look!"

Corey, hearing his nephew's words, was anxious and said, "Don't ask any further questions. Let Mr. Edwards treat your grandfather."

"Alright."

Outside the door, a man in a high-end black suit strode forward, with Mr. Owen following slowly.

The elderly man, having reached an age where he became out of breath after only a few steps, spoke, "Wait... Mr. Foley, I've said it before. I can help you relieve your grandfather's pain, at most. You should call my junior Cheyenne to come. She has received the true teachings from my master."

The mention of Cheyenne caused a sharp pain to flicker through Kelvin's heart, reflecting on his cold, strikingly handsome face.

"Mr. Owen, if you refuse to go, I will withdraw the funding in the medical cooperation project for this year."

Mr. Owen's face immediately darkened, and he sighed silently. "Alright, I'll go this time, but I want to make it clear that I can only provide symptomatic treatment, not a cure."

"Okay, I won't withdraw the funding."