She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 363: Between the Cold of the Dead and Snowflakes

The woman seemed to sense the scrutinizing gaze at the door, and she raised her knife, suddenly turning her head to look. Her breathtakingly fair face was splattered with crimson droplets, and she grinned, revealing teeth whiter than snowflakes.

Her voice was delicate and lingering, much like the melody of ‘The Thirteenth Eye’ she had played that morning.

‘Kelvin, you’re back. Come, take a look at my new creation.’

With that, her blood-stained hands lifted her skirt on one side, while the other held a blood-stained blade, and she walked towards him, her slender feet stepping on the ground covered in spilled paint and gruesome bloodstains.

The little boy was drenched in cold sweat, and his small hand instinctively gripped the door frame as he attempted to flee, but his feet felt as heavy as mercury.

Was she going to kill him, just like she had killed that person?

In his haste to turn around, he accidentally bumped into the wall and blacked out.

Kelvin woke up once again, abruptly awakened by the cold. He slowly opened his eyes to a blinding whiteness; the snow had lessened since yesterday.

It floated down.

Suddenly, an icy hand covered his cheek. The woman was dressed in a long white pearl chiffon dress, her raven hair cascading down her back, blending with the silvery world around her.

She looked as stunning as a sacred goddess emerging from the ice and snow, captivating anyone who beheld her.

‘Mom… Mommy, did you…’

dare utter the words ‘kill someone,’ but the woman’s gaze, shimmering and mysterious, made him feel a chill down

‘W-What?’

at the woman’s tender yet eerie smile, Kelvin couldn’t help but shiver, but he was already out

of blood, her hands immersed in the crimson pool, the vivid red contrasting with the emerald green jade bracelet on her wrist, creating a striking contrast. Then, she smeared her own blood bit by bit onto the little boy’s delicate face, his naked body, and his back. The air seemed to be filled with the nauseating smell of blood, and this was the first time Kelvin had ever cried in his memory. He struggled

down onto the snowy ground – a skull dyed deep blue, its teeth stained red. Those empty eye sockets stared right at

no! Please… don’t do this, I’m so

‘Mommy!’

raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap, the crisp sound echoing

palm print, and the woman’s sharp nails dug into his skin as she spoke with an icy tone, ‘You don’t even want me to become the greatest artist in the whole world, do you?’ ‘No, Mommy… It’s not like that. I’m so cold. Please let

sinister, and she produced two organ-like pieces that resembled intestines from somewhere… She used them

tablecloth like a sacrificial lamb, the woman

When the hell suddenly changes, and the ghosts howl

that mother and child zombies feast on hearts, and I’ve finally found

sudden realization, she laughed manically and ran into

returned with the lifeless corpse, a woman who appeared to be around thirty, with a pale complexion. Her two empty eyes stared fixedly ahead, tears of terror streaming down her face. She was dressed in a red floral silk dress

and picked up Kelvin, stuffing him into the cold embrace of the lifeless

Help! I don’t want her,

so scary, I hate you! Gracie,

me, save

precocious, he was still just a seven-year-old, in his first year of elementary school. Faced

seemed as if they hadn’t heard

woman, in particular, paid no

chuckled and touched Kelvin’s little face, finding him too noisy. She grabbed some fresh organs from the plate and shoved them

onto the snow beneath his feet, staining the pristine white with