She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 362: Light

The female teacher tried to persuade him to wait inside the security booth where it was warmer, and there was a heater, but Kelvin was afraid that his mommy would come, and he wouldn’t see her if he stayed there.

He stubbornly shook his head and refused to provide any other family member’s phone number. The teacher had no choice but to keep him company for another half an hour.

Winter nights arrived early, and before 6 o’clock, the sky had already darkened. The snowflakes continued to fall gently, covering the roads, buildings, and trees in a white blanket. The entire world seemed to have fallen asleep.

Time passed slowly, and as the minutes ticked by, it felt excruciatingly slow. Just when the teacher felt her hands were no longer her own, she suddenly heard Kelvin sneeze.

It jolted her out of her drowsiness, and she moved her somewhat stiff neck, looking down at the drowsy boy. She gently patted his shoulder to wake him. ‘Kelvin, you can’t sleep. You’ll catch a cold. Wake up…’

Hearing the teacher’s call, Kelvin slowly opened his sleepy eyes. A gust of cold wind blew, and the snowflakes stung his face like blades. It was both cold and painful.

His voice, tinged with drowsiness, asked the teacher, ‘Miss Wiggins, what time is it now?’

She lowered her gaze to her wristwatch and replied somewhat helplessly, ‘It’s already 6:17.’

Your mommy might… not be coming.

The boy remained silent, but his tightly pursed lips revealed his emotions. The teacher gave a bitter smile and tried to comfort him.

‘Kelvin, perhaps your mommy is just too busy. How about you give me the phone number of someone else at home? I’ll go to the office and make a call for you.’

smartphones of the future. The teacher had just graduated and had been working for less

phone in her office, making it relatively

teacher’s kind offer and took a deep

thank you, Miss

walking toward the school gate. After standing for two hours, the snow had soaked

be an exaggeration; it was more like a slow, shuffling movement, each step taken with difficulty, resembling

blurred by the night. She couldn’t help but feel a lump

money? Let me take you to catch a

to her at a 90-degree angle. ‘Thank you, Miss Wiggins.

the umbrella to Kelvin. ‘Then be careful on your

from the school gate to the bus stop, several hundred meters at least. Kelvin nodded, suppressing the emotions and sadness in his heart, and

in the vast winter

him, let out a soft sigh, ‘Why is

it would be challenging. Why not let his family come to

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to provide a phone number, but he knew that making that call would be futile. Once that woman started painting, she would be completely engrossed and wouldn’t answer any external calls. She would even disconnect the phone line to her studio to avoid distractions.

any money. He had thrown all the money he

money, he could only

would normally cover by bus would take about twenty minutes. However, on this journey, Kelvin walked for nearly an hour, his steps slow and labored. By the time he was approaching home, he could hardly remember how he had endured this

building, Kelvin’s heart was filled with deep disappointment. He tremblingly reached out and pushed open the front

Creak…

Outside, the night had turned pitch black, and there was no