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.’

like the advanced smartphones of the future. The teacher had just graduated and had been working

a landline phone in her office, making

took a deep breath of the cold

need, thank you, Miss

that, he turned and started walking toward the school gate. After standing for two hours, the snow had soaked his shoes and socks,

like a slow, shuffling movement, each

watched his stubborn departure, blurred by the night. She couldn’t help

Let me take

and bowed to her at a

on your own. You can

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

in the vast winter

female teacher, seemingly still behind him, let out

even if he took the bus, it would be challenging.

to the teacher’s words. 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. Sometimes, she could continue like that for two or three days without coming downstairs. She

the female teacher about another thing – he didn’t have any money. He had thrown

could

the school to the villa, the distance one 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 journey. Despite having an umbrella, his hands and feet felt

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

Creak…

like an old person’s cough, echoing in the darkness. Outside, the night had turned pitch black, and there was no warmth to be felt from the unlit house. It felt like falling from