Chapter 100: The Foley Family History

Layne only told Cheyenne about the art exhibition the next morning. Without saying anything, he urged her to get up and get dressed quickly so they could go out together. Cheyenne, of course, didn't really want to go. She had been running around between the Todd mansion and the Lawrence Villa for the past few days since recovering from a serious illness, and she was feeling a bit tired. "Cheyenne, can you bear to let me go alone to attend the exhibition?" The old man's voice came through on the phone in a mournful tone that sounded pitiful no matter how you listened to it. "I can," Cheyenne replied. As soon as she finished speaking, her grandfather's voice came through from the other end of the phone. "Alas, getting old is really too pitiful. Look at me - I don't know how to drive or ride an electric bike." "Forget it. I'll beg for two dollars and take a bus," Layne said. Cheyenne worried that if he went out by himself on public transportation, he wouldn't be able to find his wa