She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 367: The Importance Of Entrance Order

Chapter 367: The Importance of Entrance Order

The scent of disinfectant filled the familiar hospital room for Abbie; she had "feigned illness" for five years and had been lying in countless rooms that were so white they were almost blinding. She even spent several birthdays in the hospital.

In the past, Abbie's happiest moments were when she entered the hospital because it was the only time she could openly see Kelvin and enjoy his care and concern.

But now, it all seemed like a dream shattered.

Suddenly, she despised this cold and impersonal hospital room.

Just as she was about to lift the covers and get out of bed, a large hand pressed down on her.

Raising her chin, she saw a handsome face, a man dressed in a plain black suit that was slightly shorter than Kelvin, standing at around 5'8" tall. He was thin and had fair skin. There was a slight resemblance to Kelvin in his facial features. It was Master Vincent.

Abbie's gaze flickered for a moment. In her memory, she hadn't met Master Vincent many times. Every time he appeared, he had a gentle and caring attitude... Oh right, he was the one who brought her here when she fainted.

Seeing the change in her expression, Vincent smiled and whispered in her ear, "Miss Berry, the doctor said you were experiencing anger and excitement that caused your heart to be overwhelmed, leading to your fainting. Please don't agitate yourself anymore. Rest well!"

With that, he gently placed his hand on her back and helped her lie down.

Abbie lay on the hospital bed, her bright eyes fixed on the door for a few seconds. After a brief moment of daze, she put on a bitter smile and asked, "He still hasn't come, has he?"

The "he" she referred to was Kelvin?

A cold, disdainful smile appeared in Vincent's heart, and his smile on his face stiffened slightly as he spoke cautiously, "Well, maybe Kelvin is busy, you know he has meetings."

Before he finished speaking, tears began to flow uncontrollably from Abbie's eyes, like a continuous stream.

"Don't try to cheer me up anymore. He won't come, not anymore."

Even if she was genuinely sick this time and not pretending, Kelvin would no longer care for her.

All because of that wretched Cheyenne!

Why hadn't she just died back then?

Vincent fell silent, agreeing with what she said, and then he took out a tissue from the box on the table and gently wiped away her tears. He was treating her as if she were a precious treasure.

"Don't cry anymore. You look better when you smile. Do you remember the first day you came to the Foley mansion?" he suddenly asked. Abbie paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

That day was when she first met Kelvin, and from that day on, her heart completely belonged to the aloof and self-possessed young man.

The man in front of her lowered his head, and the cool light from outside the window cast his profile in a perfect silhouette. She suddenly met a pair of deep, mesmerizing eyes.

"Miss Berry... or rather, I prefer to call you Abbie. You probably didn't know this, but that day was also the first time I met you."

"You were wearing a black dress, looking so innocent and pitiful, holding a suitcase in your hand. I will never forget that day. Grandfather said you would be our little sister, the second sister besides Emelia." "Your eyes only saw Kelvin, but I was actually standing on the second-floor corridor watching you that day. I remember you looked up and smiled at me, it was beautiful."

You see, life really does emphasize the importance of entrance order.

He only entered a minute or two after Kelvin did.

As a result, Abbie only remembered Kelvin and completely forgot about him...

In the Foley family, following the traditions of a hundred years, the eldest son has the rights to inherit the company and the family property. The others don't get any benefits. From the moment they were born, he lost to Kelvin.

It's truly absurd!

After listening to his words, a slim and silent figure slowly emerged in Abbie's mind. In her memory, the boy was always quiet and shy. Whenever they coincidentally met, he would lower his head and hurriedly leave.

On the way to school, she and Kelvin sat in the back seat, while the boy always sat in the front passenger seat.

Until that incident happened and she saw a faint, bloodthirsty smile on his pale face.

It seemed like a release and yet filled with sadness.

For a split second, Abbie thought it was her imagination... Vincent always gave her the impression of a silent and obedient person. How could he show such a bloodthirsty expression? Later on, Franklin and his children moved out of the villa, and they lost contact as well.

When Vincent returned, he became refined, handsome, and exuded an air of arrogance. The employees of the company appreciated Vincent. He was friendly and attentive in his work, gaining the favor of many people. But Abbie could never get close to him.

Aside from the fact that Kelvin was in between, she disliked Emelia and therefore harbored a dislike for Vincent as well.

During her years living with the Foley family, she was often bullied by Emelia. She would be forced to go fishing in the bitter cold, her clothes thrown at her for washing, and she had to stay up late to help with homework, all because Emelia thought she was the lady of the Foley family.

In front of others, the young girl would put on an innocent façade, and Emelia would call her "Abbie," leading everyone to believe they had a good relationship. Even Kelvin thought so. No one knew that she had longed to kill Emelia.

Now, when Vincent spoke to her, Abbie felt no gratitude. Instead, she erected a hefty guard in her mind. She already knew that Franklin and his children were not good people. Her suspicion and struggle were apparent to Vincent.

He absentmindedly fiddled with his thumbs while holding his hands, his eyes shimmering with a hunter's gleam, patiently waiting for his prey to fall into the trap. He was obviously a mature-minded hunter, having long understood Abbie's character. If he were to confess his feelings now and force her to make a choice, he would only annoy her.

So, after saying those words, Vincent smiled lightly and reached out to tuck in her blankets. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that we've known each other for many years. You can try to trust me. Let's be friends, Miss Berry."

"Just be friends?" Abbie finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Master Vincent, you're jesting. Haven't we always been friends? You've helped me before, thank you."

"Just a small favor," he replied.

They sat together for a short while in the hospital room. Vincent informed her that he had to return to the company and would come back to see her in the afternoon. He said goodbye to Abbie and left. As the door to the hospital room closed, the man's face, previously handsome and bright, darkened like a storm cloud.