Became A Queen After divorce

Seeing her so small and pitiful, anyone would want to cherish her, let alone Kelvin, who felt more pain for her than for himself.

His eyes unknowingly became moist.

At least he had his grandfather, but Cheyenne had nothing.

At this moment, her grandfather was still missing abroad, and his father-in-law was trapped in the Forest of Death.

Hmm?

Thinking of this, Kelvin was already considering how to get his grandfather to help find them.

While he was pondering, his little wife had already started “washing dishes.”

In reality, she was just rinsing leaves in the sink.

Kelvin couldn’t help but laugh and touched his nose. “You look quite serious about it. From now on, I’ll cook, and you can wash the dishes.”

Four-year-old Cheyenne thought, where did this weirdo brother come from, starting to make plans for me.

Watching his cute little wife for a while, Kelvin was about to approach her when an unexpected interruption occurred.

“A wild child is always a wild child, never presentable. How dare you pick my favorite flower.”

The girl speaking looked about the same age as Cheyenne, even half a head taller.

She wore a light blue puffy dress adorned with beautiful bows and sparkling rhinestones.

Her hair was styled into a princess-like updo with a small crown pinned on top, making her look like a noble little princess.

Even though her features had softened, Kelvin could guess the identity of the girl in blue.

The true daughter of the Lawrence family, Libby.

Although she was younger, she was taller than her sister.

In contrast, his wife looked like a little beggar picked up from a trash can.

Kelvin finally understood why Cheyenne’s clothes didn’t fit.

It turned out that the Lawrence family didn’t buy new clothes for Cheyenne but gave her Libby’s old ones.

Realizing the truth, Kelvin wished he could rush out and beat up the Lawrence family right now.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he was only twelve years old…

On the other side, Libby wouldn’t let go of the flower issue with Cheyenne. Even though Cheyenne explained that it was a wildflower she picked by the roadside, it didn’t matter.

Libby simply disliked Cheyenne.

“I don’t care; you have to compensate for my flower! And these fish were bought by my dad last time. How could you be so cruel to kill my little fish?”

As she spoke, Libby began to cry and sat on the ground, kicking her legs in a tantrum.

Seeing this, Cheyenne had no choice but to apologize. After all, she was the older sister, and Mommy often said she should give in to her younger sister.

“I’m sorry, sister. I didn’t mean to.”

Cheyenne regretted catching her sister’s fish, but since the fish were already dead, she couldn’t do anything about it.

Just as she reached out to help Libby up, the latter angrily pushed her away.

“Get away! You dirty little beggar, don’t touch me!”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Cheyenne was already frail. With such a strong push, her small body staggered backward several steps.

Finally, with a splash, she fell into the pool.

Water splashed everywhere as she struggled desperately, driven by survival instincts since she couldn’t swim.

Unbeknownst to her, her pitiful state amused Libby, who clapped her hands continuously.

“Good! The little beggar has turned into a drowned rat.”

“Serves you right for wearing my clothes, picking my flowers, and killing my fish. It would be best if you drowned!”

“Help! Help! Sister, pull me up.”

“You’re not even Mom’s child and still want to be my sister? I’m not your sister.”

After saying this, Libby turned and ran away. Before leaving, she even wanted to throw stones into the pool to hit Cheyenne.

Seeing this, Kelvin couldn’t bear it any longer and shouted loudly, “Stop!”

His appearance startled Libby. Seeing that he was an older boy much bigger than herself, she quickly ran away.

“I’m going home to tell Mommy you bullied me!”

“Get lost!”

After shouting angrily, Kelvin jumped into the pool without hesitation and pulled Cheyenne out.

He knew how to swim; his grandfather had sent him to swimming lessons when he was seven.

No wonder Cheyenne never dared to go to the pool with him later on. Even if she went, she only watched him and other kids play from the side.

It turned out she had almost drowned when she was little.

“Don’t be afraid; I’m here to save you.”

Little Cheyenne had swallowed several mouthfuls of water and was barely conscious but knew that a very handsome boy had saved her.

Kelvin pulled her out of the water. Her clothes were soaked through, and she shivered uncontrollably as she clung to him for warmth.

Her pitiful state made her look even more endearing.

“Cheyenne, can you hear me? Open your eyes and look at me…”

Hearing someone talking beside her ear, little Cheyenne tried hard and finally managed to open her eyes slightly.

She looked up and saw a very handsome face and was momentarily stunned.

“Big brother, are you an angel from heaven?”

“Angel?”

Was his little wife complimenting his looks?

Kelvin pursed his lips and smiled. “I’m not an angel; you can call me brother.”

“Brother.”

The little girl had just woken up from nearly drowning. Her voice was soft and tender, making Kelvin’s heart melt.

This was his wife!

How could Cheyenne be so adorable when she was little!

She was so cute that he wanted to take her home right now and take good care of her!

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion. He couldn’t take Cheyenne home yet… He had to wait until he found his father-in-law first.

“Ahem, remember not to tell anyone that I saved you. Go back and change your clothes so you don’t catch a cold, okay?”

Little Cheyenne looked at him with eyes that seemed to speak and nodded obediently.

“Okay.”

Kelvin wanted to say more but was interrupted by hurried footsteps approaching.

Someone was coming!

If he didn’t leave now, he would be exposed. Reluctantly, he rubbed his little wife’s chubby cheeks.

“Be good. I’ll bring you a gift next time we meet.”

“A gift? Is it something tasty? I love candy~ But Mommy doesn’t let me eat it; it’s all for my sister.”

Little Cheyenne had never received a gift in her four years of life. She asked him innocently.

Kelvin felt another pang of sadness in his heart.

Libby was dressed in designer clothes and adorned with jewels while his poor little wife had never even received a gift.

She thought it was food; how hungry must she have been?

“You’ll know tomorrow.”

Reluctantly looking back one last time, Kelvin saw the little girl smiling at him with her rosy cheeks and waving her chubby arms.

In a sweet voice, she said, “Brother, goodbye.”

In the evening, as the sun set, he returned home in wet clothes and ran into his father just coming back from outside.

Seeing his state, his father thought he had been in a fight and sternly said:

“Come here!”

Facing his father, Kelvin lowered his eyes with a hint of displeasure in them.

He slowly walked up to him and asked, “What do you want?”

His indifferent tone made it seem like he was talking to a stranger rather than his father.

Corey wanted to hit him but restrained himself.

After all, this was his son, his own flesh and blood.

“Explain yourself. Did you get into a fight? Why aren’t you studying properly? What are you doing all day?”

This was his biological father. The first thing he asked wasn’t whether he was hurt but assumed he had been fighting and disgraced him.

In his previous life, Kelvin wouldn’t have bothered explaining;

Given another chance and considering his father’s later decent behavior, Kelvin decided to speak up.

“I didn’t get into a fight. I saved a little girl who fell into a fountain.”

Corey knew his son was too proud to lie and was more surprised that he actually spoke so much today.

It was… quite unexpected.

Rubbing his eyes, Corey felt guilty for wrongly accusing him.

“So that’s what happened. You did well.”

“But it’s not safe for a child like you to rescue someone from water. Next time you should ask an adult for help.”

“No.”

“Find.”

“No one!”

Corey: This brat! I was worried about him risking his life? Why did he have to argue?

Kelvin’s face remained cold as if he found his father’s words annoying.

Old Mr. Foley stood at the staircase listening for a while and roughly understood what happened. He glared at Corey disapprovingly.

He sternly scolded, “Can’t you see Kelvin’s clothes are still wet? Stop arguing and take him upstairs to change.”

Corey wilted like a mouse before a cat when faced with Old Mr. Foley.

“Yes, Dad.”