She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 363

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…’

but the woman’s gaze, shimmering and mysterious, made him feel a chill down his spine.

‘W-What?’

eerie smile, Kelvin couldn’t help but shiver, but he was already out of

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

onto the snowy ground – a skull dyed deep blue,

Please… don’t do this, I’m

‘Mommy!’

raised her hand and

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 me put on

by the woman. Her exquisitely beautiful face turned cold and sinister, and she produced two organ-like pieces that resembled intestines from somewhere… She used them to bind the boy’s hands and wrapped them around his

like a sacrificial

chanted, ‘Hell! When the hell suddenly changes, and the ghosts howl

mother and child zombies feast on hearts,

realization, she laughed

be around thirty, with a pale complexion. Her two empty eyes stared fixedly ahead, tears of terror streaming

picked up Kelvin, stuffing him into the cold

please… Help! Help! I don’t

hate you!

me,

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

mansion seemed

particular, paid

face, finding him too noisy. She grabbed some fresh organs from the plate and

‘drip-dropped’ onto the snow beneath his feet, staining the pristine

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