She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 262: Kelvin, You’re Heartless

The room fell silent, so quiet that you could hear each person’s breath clearly. Grandfather’s breathing was long and labored, while Emelia’s breathing was heavier due to her emotional state. Vincent, on the other hand, breathed calmly like a still lake.

If anyone in the room didn’t care about Grandfather’s life or death, it would be him. The more hypocritical someone is, the more they try to show how much they care. Franklin had tears and snot running down his face and almost wiped them onto his father’s hand…

While Emelia shouted that Kelvin didn’t care about Grandfather, she failed to consider what a patient really needed: rest.

Vincent played the role of a mediator standing between them with a calm smile on his face and pulled back an impulsive Emelia by her arm.

“Emelia,” he said calmly. “How can you talk to Kelvin like this? Kelvin rew up under Grandfather’s guidance; how could he not care about Grandfather?”

As he spoke these words, there was darkness in his eyes that flashed with hidden emotions.

Emelia became even angrier and stood there pouting with crossed arms, muttering quietly, “I don’t see he cares!”

She thought she muttered quietly enough for Kelvin not to hear her, but Kelvin heard every word loud and clear.

He couldn’t be bothered explaining himself nor did he want others watching him like some monkey displaying its emotions for everyone else’s entertainment.

At the bedside, Corey, who was Kelvin’s biological father, also looked over. There was a clear expression of displeasure in his eyes, and his face, rarely cold, now wore a stern look.

Corey asked coldly “aren’t you

out of the room without looking back; his voice low and hoarse echoed through

him. “How did I give birth to such an unfeeling monster! When your mother had her accident

burst into tears. But Kelvin managed to maintain his composure, instructing the doctors to expedite the

him, displaying a rebellious streak seemingly ingrained in his character. Even when he was a child, he reluctantly followed his grandfather’s arrangements, but as he grew older and developed his own identity, no one in

into that of an utterly ruthless

kindness and a son’s filial piety. Looking at Kelvin’s demeanor,

own kin, Kelvin was apparently less

mused on this word, a strong undertone of irony flashing in his

the nerve to bring up his mother’s situation? Back then, wasn’t he supposed to understand why it happened better than anyone else? Kelvin didn’t say it, but he felt ashamed of it! He felt disgusted

spectacle. However, he made his joy a little too obvious and pretended to pat his big brother on the shoulder, offering words of comfort. “Corey, don’t be too angry. Kelvin is all grown up now, and trying to discipline him further would

was meant to console Corey, it was also an indirect way of praising

emboldened by this comparison, Corey blurted out without thinking, “Hmph, I think Dad’s life’s work has been in vain. When

sharp breath, casting a final glance at his comatose grandfather before decisively turning away. “I have something else to attend

the room dissatisfied, especially Corey, who felt humiliated

through the empty streets, its velocity so high that it tore through the air with a resonant, howling sound, akin to a white

red lights and aimlessly raced through the obscurity of the night. Fortunately, it was just past 3 AM, or

in front of an upscale villa. It parked beneath a canopy of trees, the lights

down as he lowered the car window and looked

Equally dark.

should be