She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 444: The First Thousand Paper Cranes

Chapter 444: The First Thousand Paper Cranes

Kelvin's cold gaze fell on Davon, subtly glancing at the man's left hand. Back at the TWILIGHT, he had fought with Aidan and used a dagger to cut Aidan's wrist.

Coincidentally, when Davon reached out his hand, a small piece of white gauze was accidentally revealed, exactly in the same spot as Aidan's injury. It was quickly covered by his black shirt, and even his black sleeve seemed to give off the same illusion.

Kelvin pursed his lips lightly, surrounded by a chilling aura as he walked towards Cheyenne. He reached out a hand, intending to help her carry Lewis. "Let me do it. He's heavy."

The little one had cried himself to sleep and was now peacefully lying in Cheyenne's arms.

Being nearly three years old, the child was indeed quite heavy, especially for someone like her who lacked experience in holding children.

Her arms felt sore after just a short while. She moved away from Kelvin's outstretched hand and subtly twisted her own tired wrists, her voice carrying a clear tone of distrust. "No need, I'll take him back to bed. It's too noisy here."

"Miss Lawrence, please come with me."

The nanny tactfully guided Cheyenne towards the villa where Erica had lived. After a short distance along a cobbled path, they arrived at the child's villa, about ten meters away.

Cheyenne followed the nanny up to the second-floor children's room. The door opened, revealing a room decorated with an ocean theme. The ceiling and walls were hand-painted with various colorful fish, and toys were scattered on the floor.

Cheyenne gently placed Lewis on the toddler bed, carefully pulling the blanket over him and neatly tucking the corners before preparing to leave.

However, she underestimated the little one's dependence on her. She felt a small force pulling at her clothes from behind. She turned around and saw that he had woken up at some point, his fair and chubby little hand gripping her clothes tightly. His eyes were still closed, but the trembling of his thick eyelashes revealed his emotions.

Cheyenne's face formed a slight smile. She tried tugging her own clothes, and Lewis tightened his grip even more.

The scene was observed by the nanny, who smiled in surprise. "Master Lewis usually appears well-behaved, but he's actually not very approachable. Besides Master Kai and Madam Erica, no one is allowed to hold him. I didn't expect him to like you so much, Miss Lawrence."

Cheyenne was puzzled and surprised. After all, she had only met the little one a couple of times.

"Alright, you can go downstairs. I'll leave when Master Lewis falls asleep again."

"Okay."

The nanny left, closing the door behind her, and the room became quiet. It was so silent that Cheyenne could hear the little one's breathing.

Sure enough, he wasn't asleep. Lewis slowly opened his beautiful grape-like eyes, sat up with pursed lips, and crawled towards Cheyenne's embrace. "Fairy sister..."

"Why aren't you sleeping? Are you hungry? Should I have someone prepare milk for you?"

"Fairy sister, carry me... to Mommy's room."

He opened his arms, waiting for Cheyenne to pick him up.

To Erica's room?

Why did Master Lewis suddenly ask her to go there... Cheyenne was full of doubts, but she still carried the little one and headed towards Erica's bedroom.

The room was spacious and decorated in a luxurious style. On the white dressing table, there were various luxury cosmetics on display. Underneath the tabletop, there was even a dropped ruby ring, emitting a faint red glow that contrasted sharply against the snowy white floor.

The little one asked her to open the wardrobe, and he crawled inside, rummaging through the closet and the gaps on the floor. He eventually pulled out a white bottle.

He said it was the sleeping pills his mommy took.

Cheyenne twisted open the bottle cap and saw a remaining yellow pill inside. She pinched the small pill and took a sniff at it.

She was certain that it was not a sleeping pill.

She had experienced a period of severe insomnia when she couldn't sleep at night, so she bought sleeping pills from this brand. Those pills were white.

She held the tiny pill with a tissue and put it into the pocket of her white coat. Lewis continued searching through the closet, and he struggled to bring out a black iron box.

His little face was flushed with exhaustion, and he panted.

"What's this?" Cheyenne asked.

"Mommy folds paper cranes whenever she's angry. That night, I saw her folding many paper cranes... she put them all in this box, luckily they didn't get lost."

It was incredible that a child of about three years old could clearly express such a long sentence, although his pronunciation and words were still somewhat unclear, Cheyenne understood them. After meeting at the cafe and returning, Erica would lock herself in her room and fold paper cranes. Lewis had seen her doing so.

Later, she would hand the child over to the nanny and prepare for sleep herself. As usual, she picked up the bottle of sleeping pills, but she never woke up again.

She didn't commit suicide!

Cheyenne's face turned heavy as she opened the black box. Inside were neatly folded origami cranes in various colors. The beautiful paper was adorned with neatly written small characters.

She randomly picked up one of the paper cranes and read the words written on it. "June 7, 2016. It's a sunny day, and the college entrance exams are today. He gave me a pair of silver bracelets, so beautiful. The wind today is as gentle as his smile. I will do well in the exam."

Cheyenne unfolded all the paper cranes and discovered that since the day Erica took the college entrance exams at the age of 18, she had been folding paper cranes for Iker. Because she learned from her classmates that folding a thousand paper cranes could make a wish come true.

Her wish was simple, just one.

To hope that the person she liked also liked her back.

She would also record her daily emotions on the paper cranes, including things about Iker, her two children, and her experiences. Until yesterday, exactly one thousand days had passed.

Erica wrote a poignant sentence on one of the papers: "Finally, the first thousand paper cranes. My wish is for Iker to get better soon, and I no longer have the right to like him." She seemed to have made a decision and added at the end, "I should just focus on my two precious babies from now on. Erica, this is what you owe him!"

Cheyenne's body suddenly went weak, and she sat on the ground, surrounded by scattered beautiful papers. She suddenly felt sorry for Erica... that woman finally wanted to fulfill her role as a mother, but fate cruelly stripped away her young life.

Lost in her deep thoughts, Cheyenne didn't notice a black figure appearing at the door. The person's hand held a shimmering silver knife, their eyes gleaming menacingly at her.