Became A Queen After divorce

As soon as she got off the boat, Stella walked over with a dark face, fuming with anger.

“Why didn’t you let me go into the water? I already know how to swim!”

Kelvin heard the displeasure in her tone but couldn’t explain that there would be a tsunami soon. He picked up Cheyenne and said righteously, “Cheyenne is hungry. Let’s find a place to have dinner first! You guys can skip a meal or two, but my little Cheyenne needs to grow.”

Cheyenne: “?”

But I’m not hungry.

Sam found this reason a bit far-fetched. Kelvin seemed odd today. Since they arrived at the beach, he had been showing signs of worry and couldn’t relax. Although he usually maintained a certain demeanor, he was never like this.

When Stella heard that Cheyenne was hungry, her anger dissipated immediately, and she smiled. “Is that so? Then let’s go eat. Cheyenne, what do you want to eat? Don’t be shy; order whatever you like. Today, Kelvin is treating us.”

She said it was for Cheyenne to order, but it was really what she wanted to eat!

Kelvin couldn’t be bothered to expose her. Compared to a living life, what did a little money matter?

The four of them left an hour early, changed into their clothes, and headed to a restaurant. Just as they left the beach resort, they received an emergency notification from the government meteorological station:

“According to reports, Typhoon Ocean No. 8 will pass through the XXX sea area at 5:45 PM today, bringing localized heavy rainfall… Relevant departments should prepare for emergencies.”

Many people didn’t take it seriously after seeing it. Stella also tossed her phone aside. “Are you kidding? How can there be a typhoon in this clear sky? Nonsense.”

Kelvin glanced at her lightly and continued to help Cheyenne roll up her sleeves and button her cuffs. “It’s true.”

“I don’t believe it!”

The stubborn girl shook her head and snorted softly.

Kelvin couldn’t be bothered with her. “Oh, then don’t believe it… Cheyenne, what do you want to eat?”

Soon, all the dishes they ordered were brought to the table. As they were finishing their meal, strong winds began to blow outside the window. The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and dark clouds covered the sun.

Stella stared at the falling raindrops in shock, almost biting her tongue, and stammered, “It-it’s really raining, my god!”

Cheyenne seemed afraid of the thunder and kept burrowing into Kelvin’s arms, her eyes and nose turning red from fear-both cute and pitiful.

“Brother, I’m scared. Let’s go home and find Grandpa.”

“Cheyenne, don’t be afraid. We’ll go back now.”

Before dinner, he had already sent their location to the butler, and the car should be arriving soon. They could get home safely before the typhoon hit the city.

The next day, the news reported on the typhoon from the previous afternoon, specifically mentioning that a couple had drowned at the XX coastal resort.

Kelvin sat on the sofa, a hint of helplessness in his deep-set eyes. The ones who died were the young couple he had seen yesterday.

Old Mr. Foley was also quite frightened. He remembered that these kids had gone to that beach yesterday. The old man quickly pulled Cheyenne onto his lap to check her over.

“My dear granddaughter, were you scared? Kelvin, if you dare take Cheyenne to such a dangerous place again, I’ll break your legs!”

Kelvin turned around and glared at him, snatching Cheyenne back. “Let’s go! Brother will take you to the study to watch cartoons.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Stella recognized that small boat-it was the one they had taken yesterday. They were still shaken.

Both took leave the next day because they developed high fevers overnight.

Life is precious; everyone only gets one chance. After this incident, Kelvin noticed that Sam and Stella had become much more mature. Especially Stella-she finally started acting a bit more like a girl, no longer as careless and clumsy as before.

**

A year later, summer arrived.

Kelvin was busy preparing for his final exams these days and couldn’t spend much time with little Cheyenne. After finishing his last chemistry exam this afternoon, he declined Stella’s invitation to dinner and headed straight for the Foley mansion.

Halfway there, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky, signaling an impending storm. The refined young man looked at the traffic outside the window with his cold deep-set eyes devoid of any emotion as he watched the crowd ahead.

Boom-

Lightning flashed and thunder roared as large raindrops began to fall, sliding down the curved glass of the car window.

He overheard some people talking nearby and listened for a while.

Passerby A: “It’s really tragic; both husband and wife died. They were driving a Range Rover too; they must have been well-off.”

Passerby B: “It seems they crashed into a small white car while overtaking. I feel sorry for the driver of that small car; even if they survive, they can’t afford to pay for it.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Passerby C: “You must be related to the Range Rover owners. Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean they’re right! I saw them overtaking with my own eyes and cursing at the other driver.”

Passerby D: “I think you’re an idiot. Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean you can spread rumors! Overtaking is a fact; if you don’t believe it, check the surveillance footage!”

…

It turned out there had been an accident ahead.

Kelvin initially wanted to instruct the driver to take a detour since it would be hard to return if it rained heavily later. But then a thought struck him, and he suddenly asked the driver with wide eyes, “Uncle, what’s today’s date?”

The driver was somewhat surprised; the young master was always aloof and never spoke to him before. This was the first time.

“Hmm? Today is June 24th; did you forget?”

“June 24th! Damn it, it’s them! How could I forget this?”

Kelvin closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly on his thighs.

In his previous life, it was also on this day that Abbie’s parents died, making her an orphan. A few days later, his father brought her home, saying they would take her in.

It must be because his recent days had been too happy that he forgot about this event. Not only Abbie’s parents but even Abbie herself hadn’t been mentioned by Kelvin for a long time.

Since the accident had already happened, he could only work on persuading his grandfather not to take her in.

“Take a detour.”

“Yes.”

As expected, three days later, Corey suddenly brought home a girl in a white dress. She was Abbie.

The girl had long hair and pale skin without any color of blood. Her delicate face looked pitiful due to her weak and melancholic aura.

As soon as she entered, Kelvin saw her but quickly looked away and continued feeding little Cheyenne egg custard.

“Good girl, eat a little more, okay? Just one last bite; after you finish it, I’ll take you out to play.”

“Alright then, but this is really the last bite. If I eat more, I’ll get fat.”

She sighed sadly as she spoke.

At just five years old, she was already conscious of her appearance-just like her vain sister Cierra.