She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 492 They Are Your Own Grandchildren

Kai had guessed his identity, and it would only cause trouble to him if he didn’t finish Kai.

Adrian quickly gave Thalia a signal with his eyes, and she understood immediately. She was a little afraid… she turned and walked to the door.

She closed the door with mixed emotions.

After all, they had been married for over ten years. It would be false to say that there was no affection between them.

But time was cruel; even love could be gradually worn away.

From the moment she decided to feed him toxic medicine, there was no turning back.

In her later years, all she wanted was for her son Davon to have a worry-free life filled with prosperity and wealth.

Kai, you shouldn’t blame me for being heartless. Blame yourself for never treating me sincerely.

Back then I willingly became your mistress instead of choosing other young talents. I became a joke in Onistead’s high society but never regretted it.

Kai sat paralyzed on his bed unable to see or speak… he lived his life as an elegant playboy but never expected he would end so miserably one day.

The will was placed in front of him again; this time Kai was forced to sign it.

didn’t sign it, Karina

were actually her grandchildren but Adrian sealed off his acupoints… he couldn’t speak within two hours or else he’d become mute forever. After getting the

me but didn’t expect that ultimately

gaze on the twins

as she plunged the

she pulled it out, splattering warm blood onto Thalia’s face and dress. The sound of the child’s crying abruptly ceased. The whole world seemed

the face so much like Erica’s,

could only watch helplessly as his own sister died. Like a mad little

The young girl’s face still carried glistening tears as she slowly fell into

the metallic blood in the air, the child’s heart-wrenching cries ringing in his ears,

his throat, Kai roared out words that drove Thalia into madness on the spot. “You wicked woman, Karina is Davon’s child! You’ve killed your own

the last words had even landed, it felt as if his neck had been seared by fire, and

fragmented sounds, unable to

him and softly warned, “I already warned you. If you try to

old man Layne was currently in danger, and as for Cheyenne,

missing her foot as its tip lodged into

the air. In a place unnoticed by everyone, a dark

windowsill blinked with an

if all her strength had been drained away, and she took a few

No!

could this

were her own

with her dazed state, gave her a cold glance and warned, “Time is running out. Are you