Became A Queen After divorce

In his eyes, no matter what she did, it was all a result of her twisted mind. She couldn’t compare to Nora’s purity and innocence.

The mother-daughter duo had some nerve. Not only did Nora falsely accuse her at the exhibition, but now they were playing the victim!

“So what?” Cheyenne admitted to her “crime” unabashedly. George trembled with anger and struggled to find words.

Cheyenne’s smile didn’t falter as she replied, “Do I have an obligation to pay for Nora’s mistakes?”

“At the exhibition, she kept saying that I pushed her and tried to shift blame onto me. I don’t want such a malicious sister!” She practically shouted the last sentence out.

Cheyenne’s voice filled the entire room, and Nora, who was hiding by the door, bit her lip, unsure whether she should come out.

George’s expression changed, and his voice stuttered, “You… you mean, Nora… she, she said it was you.”

“That’s enough. I don’t want to pretend with you all here anymore. I’ll warn you one last time, stay away from me or get out of this house!” She spoke while her peripheral vision disdainfully watched the white figure behind the door. That last sentence was directed towards Nora specifically.

If they left this villa, where would they go?

Malaya glared at George with disappointment written all over her face. As a father, he should not have been yelled at by his daughter like that; it was shameful!

Time flew by, and it was now the day before the banquet. The entire Akloit media was buzzing with reports about the itinerary of Emily Davidson, the President’s daughter.

Cheyenne woke up early for once wearing a cute pink bunny pajama set with matching headband sitting cross-legged and eating breakfast when one of their servants brought in a newspaper which she glanced through absentmindedly.

A large headline caught Cheyenne’s attention: “National Goddess Arrives At The Airport In Super Stylish Casual Wear”. The photo accompanying it showed Emily walking sideways wearing a white dress paired with short white boots while sporting brown wide-brimmed fisherman hat along with mouth mask covering half of face revealing nothing but long chestnut hair cascading down her back.

The article praised Emily as if she were some kind of fairy despite not showing much facial features in the photo itself.

Another paper took another angle on things by reporting on how three years ago Emily had broken off an engagement from Iker. Between the lines, it was all about how Iker’s personality underwent a drastic change after breaking his leg and how he voluntarily proposed to contact the engagement.

Emily tried to comfort him when she visited, but her efforts were in vain, and she ended up storming out in frustration.

Cheyenne was so upset that even the bread in her mouth didn’t taste good anymore. She crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can.

“That’s ridiculous! It’s all made up!”

Soon after, Malaya and Nora woke up as well. Nora had to go to school, and when she saw Cheyenne sitting at the table downstairs, she instinctively headed upstairs like a mouse seeing a cat.

Malaya stopped her. “You’re about to go to class. What are you doing?”

“I… I forgot something upstairs. I need to get it.”

She hurriedly climbed up the stairs in her black leather shoes. Her guilty side made Cheyenne feel bored.

‘She had the guts to frame me, but didn’t have enough guts for a direct confrontation with me?’

…

At Iker’s Estate, Cheyenne removed the last silver needle from his leg and looked at all of the tiny puncture wounds on his calf. The treatments were starting to show results now; Iker could feel them more strongly than before each time they worked on him.

Every time his legs were treated, he felt warmth spread through his body as if every muscle was being opened up; he felt relaxed throughout his entire body.

“Master Iker,” Cheyenne said as she wiped sweat off of her forehead with one arm while holding out a piece of paper with instructions for him in another hand, “the first stage of stimulation for your leg is almost complete now; next we’ll need medicinal baths which will require quite a lot of herbs such as fructus cnidii, liquorice, radix bupleuri… but most importantly we’ll need Snow Lily.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

This herb only grows on snow-capped mountains where there is snow year-round; its color is reddish but crystal clear like floating duckweed on ice surfaces.

Once removed from the ice, they would wither, so the best time to harvest them was in the winter. During transportation, the roots had to be wrapped in snow to maintain the cold temperature.

But this wasn’t going be an easy task during summer season.

However, for Todd family who owned large businesses, this wouldn’t be too difficult or costly matter.

Iker took the list, then called Tanner over who went down directly into pharmacy thanking Cheyenne for both being beautiful and having great medical skills.

“I can tell Tanner likes you,” Iker suddenly said after Tanner left.

Cheyenne was taken aback by the nonsensical words, but then chuckled lightly. “Of course, wherever I go, I’m the prettiest girl,” she said.

She really had no idea how to be humble.

Iker looked at her fair and delicate face like a pear blossom and was looking forward to seeing her at tomorrow night’s party.

“Don’t forget about tomorrow night’s banquet,” he reminded her.

With that, he controlled his wheelchair and left, leaving Cheyenne with only a black silhouette of loneliness.

Oh yeah, tomorrow night is when the banquet starts!

Cheyenne patted her little head. She hadn’t even prepared a dress yet. She thought about going home to find Kate; that girl had plenty of pretty dresses in her closet that she could borrow.

But as soon as Cheyenne got home, she received a package. The delivery man stood hesitantly at the door while Malaya stood across from him with an angry red face like they were having an argument or something.

When Malaya saw Cheyenne arrive, she put on a fake smile and explained, “Cheyenne! You’re finally back! This is your package; I wanted to help you pick it up since you weren’t here.”

“But this delivery guy wouldn’t give it to me; he suspected me of trying to steal your package!”

It made Malaya so angry!

Listening to Malaya’s scolding voice, the delivery guy didn’t back down either. He answered Cheyenne seriously, “Hello there Miss Cheyenne?”

“Yes, I am.”

“This is your delivery. My employer specified that this box should be given to you. I can’t hand it over if I’m unsure of the recipient.”

As soon as he finished speaking those words, Malaya secretly glared at him in anger.

“I’m her mommy! Why can’t I take it for her?”

Cheyenne couldn’t be bothered with arguing with Malaya anymore. She took the box from him and opened it up revealing a set of high-end silver-white evening gown adorned with adhesive gemstones along with matching shoes, just like Cinderella’s glass slippers in fairy tales, sparkling brilliantly before everyone’s eyes.