She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 230: Not Him To the north as you enter the room, there was a white porcelain jar with blue floral patterns placed on a wooden table. A black and white photograph leaned against the wall.

The beautiful woman in the photo appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. Even in a colorless old photograph, her lovely face could still be seen.

She and Laurel were completely different types.

At the first glance of that photo, Leon couldn't help but feel his eyes moisten. He walked towards the table. Although he was less than ten meters from that photo, he had a feeling of endless tpassing.

The scene of their first meeting still vividly appeared in his mind. It was a peaceful summer afternoon with bright sunshine when he, as a sponsor of the school, was invited to give a speech at the university. While everyone was listening attentively, she was the only one who leaned back in her chair and fell fast asleep.

The sunshine fell perfectly on her soft, raven-chestnut hair, casting a layer of golden light upon the young girl. By that time, he had gotten married and his wife had given birth to their first son, Hayden.

But he knew deep down that he and his wife were just a business alliance between prestigious families, with no love involved.

Not until he met her did Leon experience what it felt like for his heart to skip a beat. She was the one who captured his soul and haunted his dreams.

Using despicable means, he coerced and tempted her, who was only eighteen years old, into becoming his mistress. Proud as she was, she was like a beautiful little phoenix. How could she willingly becthe mistress of a married man? She had countless times wanted to escape, but Leon selfishly locked her up. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't let go.

After Omari was born, his proud girl finally becmuch quieter and there were gradually more smiles on her face.

He thought that all he needed to do was wait, and he would divorce his wife and marry her without any hesitation.

However, there was a turning point at this moment. His mother found her.

When Leon returned hafter socializing, the place was already empty.

Her mother told her that Angel left with one million, and that she only loved the Lara family's money.

He didn't believe it at first, but after searching for a long twithout finding any trace of her and the child, he gradually sealed this relationship deep in his heart.

Until a month ago, he received an anonymous letter with no signature, but the familiar handwriting was recognizable.

It was Angel.

The man stood still, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

He knelt before the photo. The deep love and regret in his eyes stabbed at Laurel's heart.

'Leon, you cheat on me, don't you feel guilty?' the woman thought.

The teenager stood behind him with a handsface devoid of emotion. His lips curled up into a sarcastic smile as he thought, 'It's been ten years. If he really wanted to findand my mother, why didn't he? I heard that I have a half-sister who is only two years younger than me! It's ridiculous. His so-called love was just empty words. He could easily turn around and find another woman to have children with.' Watching Leon's remorseful expression now, Omari couldn't help but feel ironic. This man had promised to take him away to Akloit, provide him with the best resources and send him to the best school. Omari was sixteen-years-old and starting high school. He had excellent grades despite living in poverty - his mother's lifelong wish was for her son to succeed - so he agreed to leave hin pursuit of this dream.

He would study hard, becsuccessful and make her proud no matter what it took. With his mother's ashes by his side, they left the shabby rental htogether for good.

He moved into a mansion where servants took good care of him. He attended one of the best schools and earned him favor from teachers there due to his academic prowess.

However, Laurel wasn't as kind-hearted as she appeared on surface; Omari's return threatened her son's position.

As an illegitimate child, Omari was a laughing stock within the Lara family. Though Leon was nice to him, the other Laras looked down on him.

One tYasmin Lara broke a photo fraccidentally but shifted the blonto Omari. She used tears to deceive others. Out of anger, he pushed her.

Laurel doted on her daughter so much that she instantly ordered the servant to throw away his books and clothes and told him to get lost.

At seventeen-years-old when self-esteem was paramount, only taking the jacket, he walked away from home. It was cold and drizzling that night.

He instinctively ran to hide under the bridge, where he saw a petite figure curled up on a pair of cardboard boxes. The girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a thin white nightgown that draped over half her face. In the dim light, her face shone with an ethereal glow.

Her delicate eyebrows arched like crescent moons and her jet-black lashes cast a shadowy arc on her cheeks. Her lips were tinged with pale pink and she spoke softly in his ear.

"Mom... Mom, it's cold. Cheyenne misses you so much." "Mom..." she whimpered.

She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare as she murmured sweetly like a little kitten. He listened to the young girl calling out "Mom" hoarsely while tears rolled down from her eyes like crystal beads; it reminded him of his own mother.

The thought that there was someone else in this world who was just as pitiful as he was resonated with him deeply. The boy walked over and squatted in front of the girl, reaching out to touch her cheek. It felt hot! She had fever!

Perhaps because his fingers were colder than hers, the girl felt warmth when he touched her cheek, just NO when he tried to retract his hand back from hers, it was held tightly by her soft hands. "Mom..."

She unconsciously called out again while holding onto his arm tightly; due to fever, small all red bumps m red(bumps) appeared all over her sweaty forehead which made wet hair stick around at her temples giving an impression of being fished out from water. "Let go! I'll go buy medicine for you." The little girl mistook him for "Mom" and clung onto him tightly refusing to let go while continuously shrinking into his embrace seeking warmth.

Omari's cold heart gradually melted because of this unconscious act of closeness towards him; silently watching the young girl's face deeply engraved into his mind.

He couldn't wait any longer...

The weather was getting colder day by day; if they continued staying here any longer, then there was possibility that she might die here.

Omari released himself from the grip and stood up.

When he returned back after buying medicines from the store, there wasn't anyone lying on cardboard boxes anymore.

But outside the rain kept pouring down heavily without showing any signs of stopping anytsoon...