She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 265: Mommy’s New Inspiration

Before he discovered his mother’s betrayal of their family, he still had some respect for her, and when she was in a good mood, she would always hold him in her arms. Those gentle and fair hands would hold his small hand as she sat smiling at the canvas, using monotonous colors to express the colorful world.

Occasionally, he still remembered the words she spoke to him with great emphasis in his ear. It echoed repeatedly in his mind like an old record player. She said, “Kelvin, you must remember that painting is the most enjoyable and absorbing thing in this world. If you don’t have the patience to sit on this stool all day long, then don’t bother learning.”

She was confident about her favorite field.

“I understand, Mommy.”

Despite being young, Kelvin was already more mature and composed than other children of his age because of how often his mother made him sit at the canvas with a paintbrush all day long. She had become extremely obsessed with painting.

Once for a dark piece called “HELL,” she needed several corpses as props. Kelvin would never forget that afternoon when it snowed heavily during winter season while waiting for her outside school gates. Normally he would be driven by a chauffeur but lately due to poor health condition of his mother who wanted some peace so she fired all household staff except a servant who cooked food for them both; before leaving for school that morning, she gave him 100, telling him to take taxi himself and that she was so mesmerized by Van Gogh’s Starry Night last night that she didn’t go to bed until four in the morning and that she was so sleepy.

Kelvin was only seven years old but already far surpassed other children of same age group intellectually and had an unusually calm personality. He silently dressed himself up after taking sandwiches prepared by the servant and took taxi alone to school.

His mother told him she would come pick him up after school ended.

It was four o’clock in the afternoon when classes were over.

He watched as snow fell heavier from sky while lining up with other kids whose parents came early.

parents before turning back towards Kelvin

had forgotten to wear his jacket when he left this morning and had gone

it

He was very cold.

looking at the layer of snow on

the surrounding white snow yellow like dirt… “What should

remained silent and shook his head stubbornly in response, “No need; she said she would come pick me up. It’s just not

“Thank you.”

by second. What seemed like half an hour felt like centuries

One,

Two,

Three…

bells which sounded muffled due to falling snowflakes muffling sounds around him making him feel as if waking from deep sleep. The female teacher sighed deeply because even she felt cold standing outside

parents were

female teacher sympathetically,”let me call your mommy for

take out her phone and dial Kelvin’s mother’s number, the little boy grabbed her sleeve tightly shaking his head and vigorously saying,

no matter how loud or

“Huh?”

money so I can

up his blue Superman backpack without expression and walked towards the bus stop, his back straight and legs moving one step at a time. In the vast expanse of a white world, his small figure walked