She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 558: Lack of Skills Cheyenne's eyes narrowed as she quickly grabbed Malaya's wrist and forcefully pushed her in the opposite direction. Caught off guard, the woman stumbled and fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at the cold and proud young girl standing before her.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Cheyenne crossed her arms, her pretty face frozen with frostiness as she looked down at the woman sitting on the ground.

Malaya, unable to land a successful blow, gathered her strength for a second attack. Rising from the ground, she raised her bag and swung it towards Cheyenne.

"It's all because of you, you jinx! If it weren't for you, Nora wouldn't have miscarried. Rot in hell, Cheyenne!" She roared and charged forward, her momentum like a raging flood.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne's mind went blank.

What! Nora had a miscarriage? How could that...? Could it be that Leah made a mistake during the operation? In the moment of her daze, a glimmer of murderous intent flashed in Malaya's eyes, and her bloodshot eyes turned crimson.

Just as Cheyenne was about to be hit, Leah rushed forward and shouted, "Cheyenne, be careful!" This call finally brought her back to reality.

The bag was less than ten centimeters away from her. Cheyenne squinted her beautiful almond eyes, unmoving, and stared back at Malaya. "Wanna see if you can hit me?" Malaya suddenly froze. She didn't know whether to continue her attack or lower her raised hand.

Did Cheyenne have another trick up her sleeve, daring to stand there without dodging or ducking? If she struck first, would she end up disadvantaged in court? After contemplating all these thoughts, Malaya gave up.

Little did she know that Cheyenne had seized upon her timid and hesitant nature. That was why Cheyenne dared to act this way, and the outcunfolded just as she had expected. Malaya didn't dare to strike.

At that moment, Leah caught up. She was still wearing the blue surgical gown, and sweat drenched her temples, rolling down her pale and beautiful forehead.

Stunned, Malaya fixated her eyes on the horrifying bloodstains on Leah's clothes.

All of that was her precious daughter's blood! "What's going on?" Cheyenne turned around and coldly asked Leah.

The latter bowed her head in guilt, stuttering, "I... I don't know what happened. I tried everything, but it didn't work... The child couldn't be saved." Just a few minutes away. Leah choked back tears.

Suddenly, the meaningful words Cheyenne had said to her before leaving echoed in her mind. She realized what had happened and, burning with anger, grabbed Cheyenne's collar. "It's you! You knew from the beginning that the child couldn't be saved, didn't you?" "That's why you leave so easily. You deliberately framed me!" Her groundless accusation made Cheyenne feel unjustly accused. She looked down at the hand gripping her collar with an indifferent expression.

"Is that so? I framed you? Then why don't you consider this: before you left, didn't I already put on the surgical gown?" Leah thought for a moment. "So what?" "Isn't it because Nora didn't want to receive my treatment that I went out? The twe wasted in between could have made a difference." "I'm certain that when I left, Nora still had the strength to cry out. Her heart rate was around forty-three, which means there was still a breath left for the child." "That child still had a one-in-ten chance. If your grandfather were here, maybe the outcwouldn't be like this," Cheyenne said, implying Leah's lack of skills.

Moreover, she didn't go through the proper procedures or signed an agreement before the surgery.

Because she was too eager to over Cheyenne, she didn't care this small agreement. Now it had caused great trouble.

After listening to Cheyenne's words, Leah was stunned, wondering if it was really her lack of skills that caused this? Malaya didn't care about these details. She only knew that her grandson had an accident in the hospital, and the attending physician, Leah, seemed to dislike Cheyenne. Maybe it was their personal dispute that implicated Nora.

She confronted Cheyenne fiercely at her office door and made a threat, "Anyway, you are in charge of the hospital now. If you don't resolve this, I won't leave." Leah, who had becfamous in her youth, had always accepted praise from the outside world. This was the first tshe encountered such a situation.

She was frantic and didn't know what to do, blaming Cheyenne for everything. "It's all your fault. If you hadn't left, things wouldn't have turned out like this." Upon hearing this, Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh in anger, squinting his eyes. "Why don't you say it's because you lack skills? The Owen family provided you with so many resources, but what have you achieved?" Even someone like her, who never attended college and studied at home, is better than Leah.

Leah gave Cheyenne an angry look and hastened to explain, "It's because I fell into your trap today. Otherwise, it wouldn't have cto this." In the corridor, an old man approached with slow steps.

Kyson had heard that something had happened here, and it was his own granddaughter who had operated on the patient. He hurriedly cover.

He happened to witness Leah grabbing Cheyenne's collar, and the two of them were in a heated argument. He immediately becangry and shouted, "Leah, stop it! Cheyenne is right!"

Before coming here, he had reviewed the surveillance footage and various data from the operating room. It was indeed because the twas delayed that the child suffocated inside the womb. If they had used ginseng to sustain the child's breath and quickly administered a blood transfusion, it wouldn't have resulted in a miscarriage.

"Grandfather, why are you also siding with her?" Nothing is more painful than being hurt by someone you love.

She couldn't understand why her grandfather would rather believe in a stranger than in her, his own granddaughter? After all, she was his own flesh and blood, wasn't she?

"Well then! It seems that it's your hospital's fault that my grandson is gone. And what about my daughter? She lost so much blood, what about that?" Kyson walked over, his white hair a stark contrast to his much younger daughter-in-law, Malaya. He Bet sincerely apologized, "Madam, I'm sorry. This is also my granddaughter's fault, but to be clear, one reason for the delay was the switch of doctors midway."

"Changing doctors is her right, and if are you couldn't treat her properly, it means you are incompetent. In any case, now that the incident has occurred, if you don't compensatewith fifty million, I will not let it go!" Cheyenne couldn't help but sneer, "So your goal was to get this fifty million all along. Why don't you just go and rob someone?" Even if this matter was going to court, Cheyenne had a point.

In any case, she wouldn't compensate with money.