She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 713: Father and Son as Enemies

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Kelvin's hand, holding the gun, was hidden beneath his oversized robe, trembling with surprise, the gun almost slipping.

Under the mask, his pupils had contracted into narrow slits, like those of a snake, filled with coldness and disgust as he gazed at the woman in red before him.

Despite the sub-zero temperatures, she was still dressed in the bright red dress that she had worn for decades, the exposed parts of her neck and arms glowing white in this environment.

Compared to the face he remembered, she seemed to have aged a few years, with a hint of laughter lines at the corners of her eyes.

But there was no doubt that she still looked as beautiful, exuding a burning allure.

Kelvin stood silently for a long time, without speaking.

With a cold and indifferent glance, he smirked, "What, are you not continuing to pretend to be lying in a hospital bed?"

Gracie was no longer surprised by his indifferent and hurtful attitude. Her slender fingers lightly brushed towards his mask.

Before she could touch Kelvin's mask, he evaded, a stern scolding emanating from beneath the mask.

"Don't touch me!"

He could never forget how filthy this seemingly fair woman's hands really were!

And how these blood-stained and murderous hands slowly dragged him into hell.

Finally, the woman seemed to feel "sorrowful." She sneered and withdrew her hand, playfully speaking with a tone of loss and pity.

"It's been so many years, Kelvin, and your temper is still as stubborn and cute as when you were a child. I've been lying in bed for too long, feeling a bit bored."

"Well, I heard you found a wife, and as a mother-in-law, I should meet her, shouldn't I?"

"You unfilial son, why didn't you even tell me about such a big thing as getting married? Your grandfather doesn't like me, but you are my flesh and blood. Treating me like this, it really makes me sad, you know."

Kelvin's skin crawled from her affected and pretentious voice. And when he heard her mention Cheyenne, an inexplicable anger surged within him.

Staring at her as if she were an enemy, he warned in a word-by-word manner, "Don't you lay a finger on her! Otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless!"

Gracie's eyes sparkled, shining brightly.

Since her son had seen through her disguise, there was no need for her to continue the act. She reverted to her previous lazy posture.

"Of course not possible!"

"Cheyenne is very useful to me, and I've endured this long because I care about how you feel, Kelvin."

As the words fell, a heavy sense of disappointment and repression engulfed Kelvin's heart, making him shiver in the cold.

She was still incorrigible!

Mother?

This word was truly ironic to him.

Kelvin tightened his grip on the gun, putting it to its holster, then turned coldly and decisively, leaving with firm steps.

Before leaving, he dropped a merciless remark that filled the quiet alley with an air of killing.

"You can try it, but between you and Cheyenne, I will only choose her."

"Because, you are unworthy!"

Gracie crossed her arms against the wall, her large red skirt in the night looking as beautiful and dangerous as blooming poppies.

She glanced disdainfully, unimpressed.

"Brat, not at all adorable. How could my excellent genes produce such a guy?"

Back in the lobby, aside from Chris, Kelvin saw an unexpected guest.

When the middle-aged man caught sight of Kelvin wearing a mask, his eyes turned red. He looked at Kelvin with a mix of nostalgia and fear, trembling as he asked, "K-Kelvin, what happened to your face?"

In that moment, they locked eyes, and Kelvin's gaze lacked any warmth. It was as if he was facing a complete stranger with no blood relation, walking past Corey without a word. "You've mistaken me for someone else," Kelvin whispered quietly in his ear as they brushed past each other.

Corey froze in place, his eyes widening as he watched Kelvin walk away from him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and all the words he wanted to say turned into a bitter plea. "Kelvin, I know you hate me. But your grandfather is sick, and he might not make it. Go see him."

"He has always cared for you the most."

Grandfather is sick?

A shiver ran through Kelvin's body, finally evoking a reaction from him. He abruptly turned to look back, his face under the mask filled with conflict.

In the entire Foley family, the only person Kelvin couldn't let go of was his grandfather. He didn't care about the life and death of others.

So when he heard the man say his grandfather was sick, Kelvin couldn't help but feel worried. However, he also thought about Cheyenne, who was still in a coma, making it

difficult for him to decide.

"So what if he's sick? What I do or don't do isn't up to you. Besides, you never bothered about me before."

After growing up for so long, this

was the first time Corey had spoken to him calmly and peacefully. Otherwise, father and son could never have a proper conversation - their conversations always ended in disagreements after just a few sentences.

However, Kelvin no longer valued this so-called "father" of his.

When he almost froze to death in the snow, Corey never stepped up to fulfill his fatherly duties.

When he fell into the sea and disappeared for a month, Corey never displayed even the slightest concern for him.

After the explosion, the first thing Corey did was fear that the Foley Group would be affected. He immediately pushed his beloved nephew, Vincent, into the position of CEO. Corey didn't need him as a son, and the Foley Group didn't need him as a CEO either. So why should he go back?

Hearing Kelvin's accusations, Corey's face turned red. He knew that he had neglected Kelvin's growth over the years because of his personal selfishness. Furthermore, this child matured faster than his peers, was emotionally distant, and had a strong sense of independence. It was difficult to gain his trust and reliance. Now that he had grown up and no longer needed Corey as a "father," Corey finally realized that Kelvin was his son, not his enemy!

How could he blame an innocent child for his own failures in marriage and his disgust for that woman, only to later complain about Kelvin's lack of filial piety? Everything was his own fault.

Corey clenched his fist tightly, consumed by regret as if dark clouds were overwhelming him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He raised his head, his gaze following the disappearing figure.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment, both father and son felt a special atmosphere emanating from the nearby entrance.