She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 295: Death Wish

Chapter 295: Death Wish

"Malaya? Malaya, please wake up!"

"Mommy, don't scare me..."

The father and daughter urgently called out to their unconscious family member. They had arrived earlier in a pristine condition, but now they were leaving in disarray.

As she was about to leave, Nora stopped and looked back at Cheyenne. Her tearful eyes carried a venomous glare, and she left with a bitter threat, "Cheyenne, remember this well, I will definitely make you pay for this!"

Tanner frowned elegantly and coldly responded on Cheyenne's behalf, "Your mother fainted on her own. What does that have to do with Miss Lawrence?"

Cheyenne herself, however, wore a sweet and sensual smile, carrying a basin in her hand as she descended the stairs gracefully, getting closer with every step.

Nora instinctively took a couple of steps back as Cheyenne approached, replaying a phrase in her mind that made her heart pound: "If you want to enter vertically and leave horizontally, feel free to try."

Nora was intimidated by the imposing aura around Cheyenne, leaving with resentment while supporting the unconscious Malaya.

Upstairs, in the room, though it was Cheyenne's house, the interior decor was identical to that of Iker's bedroom at his villa. To the uninformed, it would seem like it belonged to the Todd mansion.

Davon stood by the bedside, casting a shadow over most of the person lying there. The man had his eyes tightly shut, and when he opened them, long and thick eyelashes flickered like a fan. In the instant he opened his eyes, a glint flashed across his pupils, imperceptible to anyone.

In the blink of an eye, his face seemed even paler than before. Whether it was an illusion or not, Davon felt that his brother's complexion looked much worse than before.

Weakened to the point where even speaking was an effort.

"Iker, how are you? How is it that just a few days apart, you've become so ill? Should I have Adrian take a look at you?"

He took Iker's big hand, inquiring with concern, as if he genuinely cared about his well-being.

At that moment, Adrian swiftly walked over and grabbed the corner of the blanket, preparing to pull it up. Just in time, another elderly hand pressed down on the blanket. Layne, not too pleased, scolded Adrian.

"Brother, you can't. Have you forgotten that the Recuperation Salve on the wound should not be exposed to the wind? It could cause a rash around the injury."

Adrian had a moment of confusion. They hadn't seen each other for over twenty years, and this term felt foreign after all those years...

For a brief moment, he felt as if he had returned to his younger days, running through the mountains with his elder brothers. But when he snapped back to reality, they were all well into their senior years, with children and grandchildren of their own.

"You're right. Recuperation Salve shouldn't be exposed to the wind. But I'm curious, will this medicine have any effect on Master Iker's condition?"

In fact, Adrian had used Recuperation Salve on Iker's leg, but it just helped alleviate his pain.

The heavy scent of the herbal salve filled the air, and Adrian, with his keen sense of smell, could probably identify its ingredients.

It was indeed Recuperation Salve.

Iker, with great effort, looked at his younger brother and reached out his hand to grab the hem of his clothing. It was a light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface.

"Iker, do you have something to say to me?" Davon half-bent, leaned in, and listened very seriously.

Inaudible, mosquito-like sounds filled the air, and it was so quiet in the room that you could hardly hear what he was saying.

"What... why are you here? Get out!" In response to this final "Get out," Davon's smile froze for a moment, and the noble eyes arched.

"What? Iker, did you say your legs hurt a bit? Let me have a look..."

It was almost too late, and the corner of Davon's sheet was suddenly lifted, revealing a strong medicinal and bloody smell. Thick white gauze was wrapped around his knees, with fresh blood soaking through, appearing as a dreadful wound. This was more than just a leg injury; it could even threaten his life.

At this thought, Davon felt a huge weight lifted from his chest. A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and he carefully covered the sheets again, saying, "Iker, your leg will definitely get better. You must keep fighting, don't give up."

Meeting Iker's cold and icy gaze, he was still able to respond with a warm smile, something that not everyone could accomplish.

Cheyenne took a step closer and happened to see Davon lift the corner of the sheet for Iker. As he did, a piece of his solid bronze arm was exposed, revealing a long, slender, bluish-purple tattoo. It seemed to be the silhouette of a snake, and she wasn't sure exactly what the design was. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

But she remembered Kelvin's words to her when he said that the man had a necklace with an eagle holding a snake as its design. Now she could see half of a snake's outline on his arm, but she wasn't sure of the exact design.

However, since Master Iker had only received his first treatment last night, besides the people in the villa, no one else should know about it. It made Cheyenne wonder whether Granduncle and Master Davon's arrival today was just a coincidence or if there was an ulterior motive.

Adrian furrowed his sparse, pale eyebrows, looking displeased as he cast an unappreciative gaze at Davon. If he didn't believe him, why seek cooperation with him in the first place?