She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 265: Mommy'S New Inspiration

Chapter 265: Mommy's New Inspiration

Before he discovered his mother's betrayal of their family, he still had some respect for her, and when she was in a good mood, she would always hold him in her arms. Those gentle and fair hands would hold his small hand as she sat smiling at the canvas, using monotonous colors to express the colorful world. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Occasionally, he still remembered the words she spoke to him with great emphasis in his ear. It echoed repeatedly in his mind like an old record player. She said, "Kelvin, you must remember that painting is the most enjoyable and absorbing thing in this world. If you don't have the patience to sit on this stool all day long, then don't bother learning."

She was confident about her favorite field.

"I understand, Mommy."

Despite being young, Kelvin was already more mature and composed than other children of his age because of how often his mother made him sit at the canvas with a paintbrush all day long. She had become extremely obsessed with painting.

Once for a dark piece called "HELL," she needed several corpses as props. Kelvin would never forget that afternoon when it snowed heavily during winter season while waiting for her outside school gates. Normally he would be driven by a chauffeur but lately due to poor health condition of his mother who wanted some peace so she fired all household staff except a servant who cooked food for them both; before leaving for school that morning, she gave him 100, telling him to take taxi himself and that she was so mesmerized by Van Gogh's Starry Night last night that she didn't go to bed until four in the morning and that she was so sleepy.

Kelvin was only seven years old but already far surpassed other children of same age group intellectually and had an unusually calm personality. He silently dressed himself up after taking sandwiches prepared by the servant and took taxi alone to school.

His mother told him she would come pick him up after school ended.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when classes were over.

He watched as snow fell heavier from sky while lining up with other kids whose parents came early.

The teacher smiled goodbye at those students' parents before turning back towards Kelvin with eyes full of sympathy; tenderly squatting down beside him.

She helped him straighten his scarf. He had forgotten to wear his jacket when he left this morning and had gone out wearing only a thin sweater with a black scarf.

No one expected it to suddenly snow.

He was very cold.

He stood shivering in the snow with his small body, looking at the layer of snow on the road beyond that iron gate.

Passing cars made a slight sound of "clatter" when their wheels rolled over the snow-covered ground. They splashed up some slush that stained the surrounding white snow yellow like dirt... "What should we do? Your mother still hasn't come; it's already five o'clock now. The school closes at half-past five at the latest. Should I call your parents for you?"

The little boy remained silent and shook his head stubbornly in response, "No need; she said she would come pick me up. It's just not time yet, teacher; I'll wait." "Then let me keep you company while we wait," said the teacher kindly.

"Thank you."

Time passed by second by second. What seemed like half an hour felt like centuries for this little boy who stared intently at passing cars counting them silently.

One,

Two,

Three...

When he reached three hundred sixty-five counts, he heard loud ringing bells which sounded muffled due to falling snowflakes muffling sounds around him making him feel as if waking from deep sleep. The female teacher sighed deeply because even she felt cold standing outside on snowy grounds despite being an adult; how much more so must this seven-year-old boy feel wearing only one black sweater? Wind blew through gaps between threads making it clear how freezing it must be for him right now!

His parents were too careless!

"Kelvin," said his female teacher sympathetically,"let me call your mommy for you since she seems very concerned about you."

But just as she was about to take out her phone and dial Kelvin's mother's number, the little boy grabbed her sleeve tightly shaking his head and vigorously saying, "No thanks! She won't answer!"

That woman was always like that - lost deep inside her own artistic world where nothing could penetrate or disturb her peace no matter how loud or urgent any noise might be! His father had fought many times with her over such behavior but all efforts were futile!

"Huh?"

"I have money so I can go home by myself."

The little boy picked up his blue Superman backpack without expression and walked towards the bus stop, his back straight and legs moving one step at a time. In the vast expanse of a white world, his small figure walked alone, looking tiny and desolate.

In reality, he had lied to his teacher; he had spent the hundred he was given in the morning. There was no bus that went to his villa. He had to walk home alone in the snowstorm.

Kelvin was always a smart kid who never forgot anything. He remembered every detail of this route that he took twice every day for school.

The snow seemed to be getting heavier as he moved forward at a snail's pace. When he finally arrived home, there were snowflakes on his hair, shoulders and clothes.

The light in front of him was white like those pale green colors she used in her studio paintings. Kelvin felt even colder now than before.

He wanted to ask her why she broke her promise but when he entered their big villa it was quiet with only dim yellow lights coming from upstairs where her studio was located.

A sudden flame of anger rose within him as she must have forgotten about him again while indulging herself with "art."

With all his might, Kelvin rushed up the stairs only to witness an unbelievable scene: The drawing room was set with a rectangular table covered with a snow-white tablecloth that she would have taken from the kitchen. The haloed, dim glow was put out by the burning of white candles, and a black, slender shadow was reflected on the walls; She wore a long dress with flowing hair, holding onto a knife slowly and cutting something... not an animal like rabbits or mice but rather... a person!

Blood flowed slowly out from that freshly dead body staining one corner of the white cloth while inside plain white flower plates lay beating hearts still dripping blood...

Thump...

Thump...

She smiled mysteriously at him with gentle eyes saying softly, "Kelvin, you're back! Come see mommy's new inspiration."

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