She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 240: Misty Forest The Foley Mansion.

Old Mr. Foley had just finished exercise and returned home, still wearing his white button-up coat, baggy pants, and a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes that looked no different from those worn by the old men who played chess in the park.

No one would have thought that this ordinary-looking old man was once the legendary figure who ruled over the business world.

He walked into the house with sweat all over his face, and Joe stood at the door holding a white towel waiting to respectfully hand it to him as soon as he returned.

Old Mr. Foley took the towel and wiped off his sweat. Ever since he found out about his illness, he exercised every day.

"If only Cheyenne were here. She could spar withfor a few rounds," Old Mr. Foley said wistfully.

Thinking of Cheyenne made him feel sad again. "I was wrong last time; I'm afraid she hatesnow." Joe stood beside him and comforted him softly, "Old Mr. Foley, she won't hate you for long. Miss Lawrence is not an ordinary woman; she has broad-mindedness and deep affection for you.” That day...

Anyone would be angry if they were drugged like that, let alone someone like Miss Lawrence with such strong self-esteem. Three days of torture...

According to servants who brought food overheard her crying from far away - like howling ghosts or wolves. If it were anyone else, they might not even survive such an ordeal! Old Mr. Foley thought Joe's words made sense. An idea struck her and he said excitedly, "Joe! Get ready; we'll visit her tonight so I can apologize in person!" But Joe was stunned for quite stafter hearing this request.

Miss Lawrence had strong self-esteem while old Mr. Foley could be described as stubborn! He had lived seventy years with iron-blooded toughness but never apologized to anyone before! Even when Kelvin almost lost half his life due to being trained by old Mr. Foley, all he got was a gun as compensation! It seemed that Miss Lawrence really held a special place in old Mr. Foley's heart...

After exercising earlier today, old Mr. Foley changed into a bathrobe upstairs in his bedroom when suddenly there curgent footsteps outside.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows because the Foley family rule forbade running around since they aimed at cultivating calmness among their children.

Who dared break this rule? He curiously opened the door and saw that his grandson, who should have been at work, had actually chome. This was rare.

"Why did you cback? Did you forget sfiles?" he asked.

No, that wasn't it. If he had forgotten something, he would have sent an assistant to retrieve it. Kelvin was a meticulous and reliable person who rarely made mistakes like that. Kelvin didn't answer his grandfather's question; instead, he gave him a brief glance before walking towards the study with an air of cool indifference as if to say "don't waste my time." This angered old Mr. Foley who grumbled under his breath: "How dare he not answer me!" "Kelvin, stop right there! Can't you see your grandfather standing here? It's impolite to leave without saying hello," scolded old Mr. Foley.

At those words, Kelvin turned around, gave a simple "ooh" as a greeting, and disappeared.

Vincent cout of his room with a cup of coffee in his hand, and when he saw that old Mr. Foley was getting angry, he took a few steps forward.

"Grandfather," Vincent said in a submissive tone as if trying not to provoke any more anger from him.

Old Mr. Foley quickly looked up at him and asked, "Didn't you go to work today?" Last month, Vincent was arranged to work at the company as a supervisor, but because he lacked diploma, many subordinates were unhappy with him for getting promoted so easily. But he didn't care about what others thought since all along his goal was taking over Kelvin's position one day! Vincent smiled politely while supporting old Mr. Foley towards his bedroom, explaining, "Oh, Grandfather, I took today off! By the way, how are you feeling?" In this household, only Vincent seemed concerned about his health status.

Even though old Mr. Foley didn't share deep bonds with Vincent as he did with Kelvin, being an elderly, lonely man, he was warmed by Vincent's words of concern and stroked his hair. "I'm fine. Just sold problem." Vincent took the chance to propose that he would find a doctor for old Mr. Foley.

Old Mr. Foley initially refused any help. He was well aware of the nature of his illness; there was no cure. At best, they could only delay the inevitable a little longer. Even old Mr. Edwards was at a loss, and other doctors couldn't even pinpoint the cause of his ailment.

"Grandpa, don't be so negative. I promise you that the doctor I found is a master in his field. With him around, there might still be a chance for your illness to turn around.” "What doctor do you trust so much?" Vincent held back from revealing too much and coaxed his grandfather into agreeing to meet with the doctor. His smile deepened as he spoke.

In the study room, books and files were scattered all over as if they had been ransacked. The man was rummaging through everything trying to find something.

The maids who cin to clean did not expect to run into Kelvin at this tand stood at the door without daring to enter.

Kelvin searched for a long tbut still couldn't find it. He caught sight of the two people but of the corner of his eye and coldly asked, "Have you seen a book called Misty Forest?" Book?

The two were responsible for cleaning up the study room and m never dared touch anything inside on normal days. When they heard Mr. Foley mention this book, it suddenly cback to them. "Mr. Foley, we forgot to close one window a few days ago. It rained slightly at night which wetted sbooks on shelves; we took them outside on balcony for drying." Before she could finish speaking, Kelvin immediately walked towards the balcony at the end of the corridor.

It was sunny today, a perfect weather for drying books.

Books opened one by one were placed neatly along iron railings on balcony which looked quite spectacular. Kelvin checked each book carefully until he finally found "Misty Forest".

He remembered that Abbie had secretly put it in his school bag during their senior year but he only discovered it later after stpassed. Because he wasn't interested in , he just glanced briefly through preface and left it alone. A glimpse caught sight of delicate handwriting above: "I don't know which will arrive first, tomorrow or the future. I think we're all children lost in the mist." Below was an illustration with a bright little face drawn and two somewhat blurry letters.

It had gotten wet but faintly visible signature above read - AB! Abbie Berry!