She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 739: Wanting a Daughter

"Thank you."

As Master Glenn accepted the umbrella, he politely expressed his gratitude.

Suddenly, the little girl spoke up. Her watery eyes looked at the uncle before her, who wore a frightening mask, but she showed no signs of fear.

"Father, this uncle is very pitiful, he's about to die."

Children speak without filters, but listeners take it to heart.

Master Glenn's expression changed, his large hand tightly gripping the umbrella, veins protruding on the back of his hand visible from beneath his robe.

His lips moved slightly, letting out a bitter sigh that went unnoticed.

Not much time was left, it seemed.

"Caitlyn, you can't say such things. Apologize to the uncle quickly."

Marcel bowed apologetically to Master Glenn. His voice sounded clear with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, Glenn. My daughter is young and ignorant. Please don't mind." Master Glenn quickly regained his composure, not feeling angry. "Master Marcel, no need to be so polite. I envy you for having such a lovely daughter."

He couldn't help but think of Kate, who had promised to have a child with him.

If possible, he hoped for a daughter.

Just like the adorable and sweet Caitlyn in front of him. If he were to die, his daughter could take care of her.

If it were a son, he would probably be mischievous. Without him around, Kate would find it exhausting.

After being scolded by her father, the little girl retracted her curious gaze, but she liked the scent coming from Glenn. She didn't want him to die.

So, she suddenly took a yellow talisman from her neck and kindly handed it to Master Glenn.

When she smiled, her eyes formed crescent moons, utterly adorable. "Uncle, this was given to me by my mommy. But I'm giving it to you now. Return it to me in a month, okay?"

As she said this, the little girl paused, a slight look of guilt and regret appearing on her face, adorably pouting her small mouth.

"It was supposed to be given to you, but it's something my mommy gave me. So, I can only lend it to you."

Master Glenn was taken aback, his gaze fixed on the talisman she handed over, identical in design to the triangular amulets he often saw on the streets.

He hesitated, wanting to refuse. "Since this is an heirloom from your mother, I can't accept it."

"It's okay, just take it for a month. Mother won't get angry."

She stubbornly stuffed the talisman into Master Glenn's embrace, then tightly hugged her father's neck with her empty hands, resting her head on her father's shoulder.

This clingy gesture made Master Glenn increasingly yearn for a daughter.

Marcel gently patted the back of the little girl's head, an experienced gesture to soothe her.

He looked at Master Glenn, helplessly explaining, "She's just being shy. Since Caitlyn lent you the talisman, Master Glenn, please keep it. Please return it as agreed on this day next month." This talisman was also related to Caitlyn's life.

"Alright, I promise."

"Little one, thank you, Uncle is grateful. I will bring you a Chulae panda doll as a gift next time."

Master Glenn tightly held the talisman. Originally, he didn't attach much importance to it, thinking it was just a friendly gesture from the little girl.

But Marcel's solemn reminder to return the talisman indicated its extraordinary nature.

"Wow, I love pandas the most," the young girl exclaimed. At the mention of giant pandas, her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked at Master Glenn.

In a hushed tone, she continued, "Do you know, Uncle, I adored pandas after watching 'Kung Fu Panda' before."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Marcel, feeling a headache coming

on, reached out to cover his

daughter's chattering mouth and apologetically smiled at the two of them, "I'm sorry, she's just started speaking and tends to be a bit talkative. You must have other

matters to attend to; I won't personally see you off."

"Alright." Gracie glanced at the motionless Benson on the bed, withdrew her gaze, and felt quite heavy-hearted. "It's okay, she's very cute," Master Glenn remarked as he and Gracie opened their black satin umbrellas and walked into the twilight rain. The raindrops pattered on the umbrella, creating a cacophony, while the air was filled with unpleasant supermarket odors.

After taking a few steps outside, Master Glenn could faintly hear the conversation of the father and daughter behind him, though the words didn't come through very clearly. "Why do you want to help him, Caitlyn?"

"I like the scent on him."

"Huh?"

"A very strong scent of death."

Master Glenn didn't catch Marcel's response, but the girl's comment, "A very strong scent of death," resounded clearly in his ears. Perplexed, he glanced down at his own body and frowned. There was no scent at all.

The annoying rain started again. When Kelvin returned from outside, his clothes were completely wet, leaving him cold and damp. Following closely behind him, the man looked no better. His already frost- white hair clung to his aged face, giving him a worn appearance.

Standing at the door with a suitcase, he watched Kelvin step into the elevator. As he tried to follow, he was coldly rebuffed. Disgust filled Kelvin's eyes as he said, "What do you want, anyway?"

The way his son looked at him felt like facing an enemy, causing Corey to feel an indescribable pain. But he wanted to atone. "Kelvin, please. Come back to Akloit with me. The Foley family needs you, and your grandfather... misses you."

As the elevator door slowly closed, Kelvin's figure vanished before him.

Only the chilly voice lingered in the space. "Hmph, when you handed the Foley family over to Vincent, you didn't think about the consequences for me and grandfather. I will return to Akloit, just not now." Hearing this, Corey felt even more ashamed and stood silently in the same spot for several minutes.

Back then... he thought Kelvin had truly died in that explosion. The Foley family Couldn't be leaderless, so he listened to the second branch and handed the company to Vincent. But he never anticipated that right after the handover, Vincent would propose a split and, using his lack of work for the company over the past decade as an excuse, send him and his father to the remote family home outside the city, even posting guards to ensure they didn't cause trouble.

Corey did wish Vincent could preserve the business empire Kelvin had painstakingly built. Yet, his strategies and several major errors almost led the Foley Group to the brink of destruction.