Became A Queen After divorce

“Alright! The second photo is of my daughter Cierra when she was a month old. Isn’t she even cuter?”

“Well, a little bit.”

“The third one is of her first fart! Look at how her little face scrunched up.”

Sam was speechless.

Did this really need to be photographed?

He could already imagine the look on his niece’s face when she found out about this in the future.

After looking at Cierra’s photos for a while, Sam remembered he had forgotten something.

“Oh, I just remembered, do you have any photos of my nephew?”

He suddenly asked, catching Kelvin off guard.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed he really didn’t have any photos of Oliver. He wasn’t someone who liked to play with his phone or take pictures.

Oliver took after him; if it weren’t for Cheyenne forcing him, the little guy wouldn’t have let anyone take his picture.

“There should be some.”

Why did that sound so uncertain?

Sam’s eyes carried a hint of accusation, as if blaming him for favoring his daughter over his son.

“Wait, I think there’s one.”

It was taken when they visited Benson in Jostrana.

Left flip, right flip…

Finally, Kelvin found a single photo of Oliver among hundreds of Cierra’s photos.

The little boy in the picture was fair and tender, with eyebrows and features that looked like a miniature version of Kelvin, even the expression was identically “grumpy.”

At the moment he saw the photo, Sam’s mind flashed back to someone from over a decade ago.

“Indeed, he’s your spitting image. Just looking at him makes me annoyed!”

Although Sam spoke disdainfully, he couldn’t help but sneak another glance at the phone.

His true thought was: “It’s nice. At least I got to see my family before I die.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

After talking about the kids, there wasn’t much else for two men in their thirties to discuss.

They stared at each other in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a sliver of moonlight hid behind the clouds, darkening the cell.

In the darkness, Kelvin heard Sam’s helpless yet slightly amused voice.

“It’s getting late. Are you sure it’s okay not to go back and be with Cheyenne?”

Both of them knew very well that tonight was their last bit of time together.

Because at dawn, Sam would be extradited back to his country to face punishment for his past crimes.

Could these half-brothers still talk sincerely like this under layers of shackles?

The answer was no!

“No worries. Cheyenne may be harsh with her words, but she’s very understanding. I told her beforehand that I wouldn’t be coming back tonight.”

Cheyenne hadn’t said much and had even thoughtfully prepared a snack for him to bring along.

Sam felt a warmth in his heart.

Before today, they were clearly enemies who wouldn’t interact until death;

Tonight, they had become close brothers.

Such a transformation was too miraculous, making Sam, who was naturally proud, feel awkward and unsure how to respond.

With a proud smile on his lips, he said:

“What do you mean? Are you staying with me tonight?”

“No way. This cell is too shabby for someone as distinguished as Mr. Foley.”

Shabby?

Kelvin looked around the surroundings.

Compared to an average cell, this one was quite good. Although Sam was an important prisoner, Taswya had still provided him with a relatively luxurious prison at his request.

The square cell had a single iron bed, a small table against the wall, and a chair.

Additionally, fearing he would get bored, someone had thoughtfully sent him two books.

Kelvin glanced at them out of boredom and raised an eyebrow.

“Andersen’s Fairy Tales?”

“A Thousand and One Stories?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, I didn’t expect someone as cunning as you to read such childish stuff!”

Sam remained unperturbed by the mockery and responded calmly.

“When it comes to cunning, how could I compare to you? These books were bought by those outside on a whim; they have nothing to do with me.”

In short-

He would never admit to reading such childish books, hmph!

Sam turned his face away angrily but secretly watched Kelvin’s every move from the corner of his eye.

Would he believe it?

Ha!

They had grown up together; how could Kelvin not know Sam’s personality?

On the surface, he seemed gentler and more unassuming than anyone else, but in reality, he was the most proud and aloof.

“Oh~ if you haven’t read them, then you haven’t.”

“I’ve read these books long ago. Every night before bed, my daughter insists I read her a story before she sleeps. She won’t let her mommy do it; she just likes clinging to me.”

As Kelvin spoke, Sam’s mind painted a warm picture.

In a pink princess room under soft yellow light, father Kelvin gently read stories to his little princess.

Occasionally, the little girl would look up and ask “why” in her cute baby voice.

So adorable and enviable!

Sam sighed again. He probably wouldn’t have such an opportunity.

Just then, the moonlight reappeared. Under its bright light, those charming eyes became deep and clear.

He softly said, “Kelvin, you should go back.”

Kelvin looked down at the storybook in his hand. “You know very well that when you return home, I won’t plead for you…”

“I know.”

“Do you also know how serious your crimes are? Maybe…”

You could be sentenced to death!

Sam coughed lightly and chuckled softly.

From the moment he decided to come to Taswya, he had put life and death aside. Death wasn’t something that scared someone like him.

“So what? Kelvin, I don’t need your pity!”

His voice suddenly changed in emotion. Kelvin knew he was angry now.

“Pity” was an insult to a strong person like him.

Sam never cared for anyone’s pity.

“No, you misunderstand. I’m not pitying you. I just think you shouldn’t have come to this point. If we had reconciled earlier…”

We wouldn’t have wasted so much time together for nothing.

“Unfortunately, there’s no ‘if’ in this world. I don’t regret my actions today. You should leave now; too much sentiment at this last moment might change my mind.”

After saying this, he closed his beautiful eyes as if refusing further conversation.

“You~” Kelvin clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

“I understand. Rest well then. No matter what, I’ll try my best.”

Hearing the footsteps gradually fade away until they were barely audible, the person who was supposedly “asleep” slowly opened his eyes.

Watching that departing figure, Sam’s eyes filled with tears for the first time.

“Goodbye, my dear brother.”

This was the first time-and probably the last-that he called him that.