She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 584: Cheyenne's Amnesia

Benson had made an advance appointment with Onistead's most renowned obstetrician, so Cheyenne didn't have to wait in line and could go directly for her ultrasound scan.

This scene once again attracted the envy and jealousy of many onlookers. It seemed that the rich received different treatment indeed.

As Cheyenne was about to enter, Benson stood at the door, waiting for her with gentle reminders.

His demeanor truly resembled that of a caring and devoted husband.

"Cheyenne, go ahead inside. I'll wait for you at the door. If you need anything, just give me a call."

"Mmm."

Just as she turned to leave, her figure disappearing behind the door, Benson's phone rang.

He glanced at the number on the screen, and the smile on his face vanished without a trace. He turned and headed to a less crowded corridor.

"What's the matter? Couldn't you find a better time to call me?"

A clear and cold voice came from the other end of the phone. "That guy is also at the hospital now. Do something in order not to let anyone discover his presence." That guy... Upon hearing this, a glint of darkness flickered in Benson's eyes.

"Understood."

Meanwhile, inside the hospital room.

The person conducting the ultrasound for Cheyenne was a middle-aged female doctor. When she saw the young and beautiful girl in front of her, her eyes filled with disbelief and frustration. She immediately scolded Cheyenne, "Young people these days have no self-respect. You're so young, yet you've let a man impregnate you. Your parents would be devastated if they knew." If it were an ordinary girl, she might have cried under such harsh criticism. However, Cheyenne calmly looked at the doctor, her gaze serene, as she calmly replied, "I don't have parents." As soon as those words were spoken, the doctor continued to chatter on, "What about your boyfriend? Did he come? Do you think it's worthwhile to be in a relationship that leads to no result?" Cheyenne had grown impatient and gave the doctor a displeased look, disdainfully saying, "Are you done talking? If you're done, then hurry up and proceed with the treatment. Stop blabbering." The doctor was taken aback by such arrogance from a patient. She was about to continue scolding Cheyenne when a solemn voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Cheyenne?"

A white figure appeared at the doorway, an elderly man wearing a white lab coat. His hair and beard were white, and he wore a pair of black-framed reading glasses. It was Kyson.

After the incident with the Lawrence family, he had returned to Onistead with Leah.

He couldn't bring himself to believe that Kelvin was dead, and perhaps Cheyenne's sudden disappearance was just a temporary retreat due to her bad mood.

He didn't expect to encounter this girl in Onistead.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Mr. Owen." The doctor was startled and quickly stood up from her seat, greeting him respectfully.

Kyson ignored her, walking straight to Cheyenne with a benevolent smile, resembling a friendly old grandpa from the neighborhood.

Cheyenne raised her eyes slightly, a hint of confusion and mistiness in her beautiful gaze. She lightly parted her lips and asked, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

What?

She actually asked who he was!

Kyson took a sharp breath, his body trembling. What was wrong with this girl?

Why did she seem to have no recollection of him at all?

"Cheyenne, don't you remember me? I'm a close friend of your grandfather and your senior's older brother. You can call me Mr. Owen."

As Kyson spoke, Cheyenne furrowed her delicate eyebrows, thinking for a while in her mind, but she couldn't recall anything.

"I don't remember you. Old man, if you have nothing important to say, don't waste my time."

The current Cheyenne seemed even more indifferent than before, as if nothing mattered to her. The doctor on the side was equally astonished by Cheyenne's arrogant tone. Who was this girl? Why did Kyson seem to know her?

She had heard that Kyson had a granddaughter named Leah, but the face and appearance of the girtin front of her were clearly different from the one in the photos.

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"Mr. Owen... Do you know this young lady?" she asked incoherently.

Kyson's response left her dumbfounded.

"She is the director of Hopedale Hospital, and granddaughter of the old Mr. Edwards. Do you think I know her or not?"

How could that be? This girl looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. How could she become a hospital director?

She knew Old Mr. Edwards. He had worked in this hospital before, and she had been one of his students.

Was this young girl really Old Mr. Edwards' granddaughter?

No wonder she could become a hospital director at such a young age.

When Cheyenne heard him mention her grandfather, she finally reacted and turned to look at him. "Do you really know me?"

Kyson was so frustrated that he

almost pounded his chest and

stomped his feet. "Who on earth has

aused you to become like this?

Such a lively girl has turned into this pitiful state."

He then turned to the doctor and asked, "Why is she here?"

As soon as he mentioned it, the doctor's face turned hot. She

remembered the words she had just

scolded Cheyenne with and felt

extremely embarrassed.

She couldn't bring herself to answer, but Cheyenne fearlessly replied to Kyson's question.

"I'm here for an ultrasound."

"Oh, an ultrasound? Are you feeling unwell, Cheyenne? Is your stomach hurting?"

With a skeptical look, the young girl stared at him as if to say, "Are you really a doctor?"

How could you ask such a silly question?

Cheyenne's lips twitched slightly as she continued to answer, "I'm pregnant."

Kyson instinctively chuckled, stroking his graying beard. "Oh, pregnant... What? Say that again! You... whose...?"

His gaze fixed on Cheyenne's slightly swollen belly, confirming his understanding of the situation!

Kyson suddenly slapped his own thigh.

The sound was so loud that even people outside could hear it, and the doctor's heart skipped a beat.

If Kyson accidentally knocked himself out with such force, the other people in the hospital would surely drag her out and denounce her.

He was almost seventy years old. Was it really that surprising?

Cheyenne pondered for a moment, squinting her eyes and shaking her head. "I don't know whose it is."

Unreasonably, Kyson thought of Kelvin, who had died in the explosion.

He shook his head again.

It couldn't be!

He had witnessed how much Cheyenne despised and detested that boy. How could she be carrying his child? Furthermore, he was already dead.

Even if it were his child, this baby would be destined to grow up without a father. How pitiful.

Fortunately, Cheyenne had lost her memory now. It would be better to find a new father for this child.

Yes, that's the plan!

Kyson had already started considering Cheyenne's marriage in his mind, while filtering the young people around him.