Became A Queen After divorce

Reagan took out a yellowed silver pocket watch from his chest. Judging by its exquisite craftsmanship and vintage design, it was clearly a family heirloom.

“This is my family’s pocket watch. Miss Pearl, please help me give it to Esteban as a token of compensation from his unworthy grandfather.”

Pearl reached out and took the heavy pocket watch, feeling a mix of emotions.

“I will deliver it.”

“Thank you.”

Reagan sincerely expressed his gratitude once more and announced, “I will be leaving Gilliam Mansion today. Miss Pearl, please take care of yourself in the days to come.”

Leaving?!

After the incident at Gilliam Mansion, there were only three of them left in the family, and Reagan had been handling everything alone during this time.

“Even you, Uncle Reagan? You have nowhere else to go. Why not stay at Gilliam Mansion? I will take care of you in your old age.”

How many employers would offer to take care of their servants in their old age like Miss Pearl?

Reagan was deeply moved. He was over fifty and alone, having raised his adopted son with great difficulty…

But in the end, he still had to bury his own child, leaving him as a grieving old man.

Miss Pearl treated him so kindly that he should have been grateful, but he felt guilty inside.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

No matter the reason, the fact remained that he had caused Miss Pearl to lose her father.

How could he have the face to stay?

“Miss Pearl, I appreciate your kindness, but I spent the first half of my life repaying debts and the second half seeking revenge… I’ve never truly lived for myself.”

“In the remaining years, I want to live a meaningful life!”

Yes… Reagan had lived his entire life in fear and anxiety without a moment’s peace.

Now that things had finally settled down, how could she let him return to such a life?

Understanding this, Pearl nodded in agreement. “Alright, Uncle Reagan, you may go. I hope you live a life you love and stay healthy and happy in the days to come.”

“Thank you.”

After bidding farewell to Pearl, Reagan resolutely turned and left.

His thin figure and silver hair looked lonely and desolate in the breeze.

Gradually-

Gradually… he disappeared from Pearl’s sight.

She tightened her grip on the cold pocket watch and looked away.

“Once you leave, we may never meet again.”

A bright moon cast its light over countless lonely souls in the night sky.

In this forgotten corner bathed in moonlight, it was as dark and silent as the dawn of creation.

Until the moon moved slightly eastward, piercing through layers of clouds and casting a sliver of light onto the windowsill.

The man gazing at the moon showed a look of sorrow. After a long silence, he finally spoke softly:

“May we live long and share the beauty of the moon even if miles apart. Can I still hope to see her again?”

He let out a bitter smile.

The man leaned back slightly, revealing a broad forehead, high nose bridge, and slightly pointed chin… his features were delicate and handsome.

He allowed the silvery moonlight to wash over him like water, surrounded by a faint sadness.

When Kelvin entered, he saw this scene. A quick glimmer flashed through his deep-set eyes as he walked towards him expressionlessly.

Though separated by just an iron door, it felt like they were worlds apart.

With an almost imperceptible sigh, Kelvin took out a key and opened the cell door, walking inside.

Just hearing the footsteps, Sam knew it was him but kept his eyes closed.

“What are you doing here?”

“To see you.” The two simple words made the pretending-to-sleep man chuckle.

Slowly opening his beautiful eyes, he looked at Kelvin with interest.

“What’s there to see? I have two eyes and a nose just like everyone else.”

“I know we both have two eyes and a nose, but you’re clearly not as good-looking as me.”

Hearing Kelvin’s shameless words, Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Can you stop telling jokes with such a serious face? I don’t know how my sister-in-law puts up with you!”

Mentioning Cheyenne brought an unconscious smile to Kelvin’s face.

“Why wouldn’t she put up with me? Cheyenne agrees with me.”

“Really? I remember when my sister-in-law first saw me, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. She never looked at you that way!”

Kelvin thought carefully. Had Cheyenne ever stared at him without blinking?

Probably not!

But he couldn’t lose face. Even if it wasn’t true, he had to say it was!

“Who says she didn’t? She liked me when she was just eighteen. Otherwise, why would she marry me?”

“Unlike you, who only had your first crush in your thirties.”

Both men were competitive by nature. They used to compete in grades, careers, abilities… now they were even comparing women.

Sam, who had his first crush in his thirties, was so infuriated by Kelvin’s pretentious look that he lost control of his expression.

“Because she must be blind!”

“Fine, blind it is… but we’ve already had kids together. She can’t leave me!”

Talking about children made Kelvin even more smug, making Sam want to curse.

“Look at your annoying face! So what if you have kids? I’ll have mine soon too!”

Sam himself was unsure… He had asked Pearl to abort the child that day. Would she really go to the hospital?

“Even so, Miss Gilliam’s child would still be my daughter Cierra’s sister.”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t seen my daughter yet. Want to take a look? She looks like me-very pretty and smart. At three years old, she already tricks her grandpa into buying her snacks.”

Sam doubted it but arrogantly said, “Alright then. But let’s be clear; it’s not that I want to see her-you’re insisting on showing me.”

Hearing this, Kelvin almost put his phone away.

“Fine, I’m forcing you to look.”

As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened an album titled “Little Baby.”

It was full of photos of Cierra and Cheyenne!

“This one was taken when she was just born. The nurse said she weighed four and a half pounds.”

Sam swore he was only looking because Kelvin “forced” him. He just glanced briefly.

The little one in the picture looked no bigger than a palm-sized kitten just born.

Her skin was pinkish, eyes closed, with tiny nose and eyes… so adorable that he wanted to hold her.

Sam wondered if all newborns looked like this. Would his and Pearl’s child be this cute too?

“Hmm, not bad. At least she doesn’t look like you.”

“Nonsense! If my child doesn’t look like me, who does she look like? Everyone says she looks like me; you’re the only one who says otherwise. Clearly, it’s your eyes that have problems.”

Sam thought it was Kelvin who had eye problems!

The child clearly looked more like Cheyenne.

“Alright then, I’ll look at more pictures. Maybe she’ll start looking like you…”