She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 48: You Have A Death Wish?

Chapter 48: You Have a Death Wish?

Even Adrian became a little bit disdainful. He himself graduated from one of top medical universities after all.

I really don't understand why Layne would let his own granddaughter stoop so low.

She has such a stunning face, but can only be a brainless eye candy. No wonder Kelvin chose to divorce her.

There are many beautiful women in the world, but when it comes to marrying, naturally one must find someone who can be of help.

Kai wasn't too surprised by this. He simply had no interest in Cheyenne.

After all, Layne was the one treating Iker's illness.

"Alright, Butler, go remind Iker. Why hasn't he come?" he said in a deep voice, instantly turning the awkward atmosphere at the dining table around and leaving only seriousness and gloominess behind.

After several minutes passed by, the old butler who had just been dismissed returned.

With a melancholy expression on his face, he walked over beside Kai and bent down to whisper in his ear. It caused Kai's anger to suddenly flare up.

Suddenly, Kai slammed his hand on the table. The sound of clattering cutlery echoed through the room, causing everyone to sit up straight and fall silent.

It seemed like Davon had anticipated this outcome. He casually fiddled with his tall glass in hand, which was filled with a light yellow champagne that swirled around in a small vortex as he moved it.

His upturned eyes were reflected on the transparent glass, and his smile was cold.

Kai's furious voice sounded next to Cheyenne's ear, even shaking the villa's hall slightly.

The crystal chandelier trembled slightly as if caught in an earthquake while casting dazzling shadows all around them.

"What is he doing? Tell him that he must attend today's family banquet!" Kai roared angrily.

"If he doesn't come, then drag him here by force!"

Seeing how angry Kai was getting, Erica grabbed onto his arm with her soft hands and cooed, "Darling, what are you so upset about? Maybe Iker is just shy or something. Let it go."

Ever since Isabella passed away, the relationship between Kai and Iker had been strained.

With more children being born into Kai's household over time, Iker rarely came home or attend any family banquets. Everyone had grown accustomed to not having him there anyway.

Today, Iker was asked to attend the banquet because Layne and Cheyenne came here to treat his illness.

It was really ungrateful of him.

Thalia disliked Iker since he caused her son Davon to lose many opportunities and be ridiculed as an illegitimate child.

Three years ago, Iker became disabled and she was the happiest about it.

At this moment, she didn't forget to add insult to injury. "What's there to be angry about? It's not like you don't know he has a bad temper."

She spoke lightly but her sarcasm was not hidden at all.

"Thalia, why bother? Darling is already angry enough. Adding fuel to the fire will only make things worse," Erica clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes unhappily.

Thalia looked at her coldly. "I'm just stating a fact."

"Enough! Both of you shut up!" The man felt annoyed by their argument and felt embarrassed in front of Layne and Cheyenne.

"I'm sorry, old Mr. Edwards, for making you witness this."

"It doesn't matter."

After a while, the once-famous military officer appeared in front of Cheyenne. He looked to be around 26 or 27 years old, dressed in all black casual clothes with matching pants and sitting in a wheelchair.

His dark and piercing eyes were set on his strong and handsome face, with arched eyebrows and a straight nose. His lips were tightly pursed.

He exuded an aura of cold arrogance that was like an iceberg formed from thousands of years of accumulated snow, making people look up to him.

He had a completely different temperament from Davon's. He was aloof and silent.

"My father called me here, so I came. If there's nothing else, I'll leave now!" Iker said coldly without even looking at Cheyenne or Layne.

What kind of attitude is this? He just arrived but already wants to leave with such reluctance written all over his face?

Kai knew he owed him a lot but honestly felt he never mistreated him either. After all, he still retained Iker's title as the young master of the Todd family, but Iker always wore such an icy expression and showed no respect to him.

If Iker's leg wasn't broken, he might have actually punched Iker.

But he couldn't bring himself to hit Iker who was disabled, so he just suppressed his anger silently.

"Sit down. Let's eat first," Kai said calmly, "It's been a while since we've had a meal together as a family."

As soon as Kai finished speaking, Iker let out a cold laugh and snorted. "I don't think Father is missing this one meal. Just tell me what you want."

Iker sat down next to Poppy and looked straight at Cheyenne when he spoke. He instinctively frowned when he saw her sitting next to Davon and gave her an disgusted look before turning his gaze away.

Then, by chance, he caught sight of Layne and pondered for a moment. He guessed that this old man was the so-called "famous doctor" that Father had hired for him.

Kai was extremely angry but seeing Iker finally willing to sit down made him feel better. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He said softly, "This is old Mr. Edwards from the Edwards family which has been in medicine for generations and very famous in Onistead City."

"This is Cheyenne Lawrence, old Mr. Edwards' granddaughter."

"I invited old Mr. Edwards to come here specifically for your illness."

Before Kai finished speaking, Iker's mocking voice suddenly echoed in the hall.

"The Edwards family? Ha, isn't it a family that has fallen from grace long ago? Old Mr. Edwards has turned to the art painting. As far as I know, his title as the best doctor is outdated."

"As for Miss Lawrence, I don't think she can help."

"I don't want my legs to receive treatment, so just send them away."

Every sentence he spoke was ridiculing Layne and Cheyenne without giving them any respect.

Controlling the handles of his wheelchair with both hands, he turned around to leave.

"Stop!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded behind Iker; he thought it was one of those three women.

But then he realized that they didn't have the courage to tell him to "stop".

Surprisingly enough, a slender hand pressed down on his wheelchair.

Iker turned his head and met an exquisitely beautiful face.

The delicate scent of roses on the woman caught him off guard. "Are you looking for trouble?" The man's icy voice was chilling, like that of a demon crawling out of hell.