She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 738: Uncle's Imminent Death

Benson's courageous and deep love for Cheyenne, evident from spilling his own blood to save her, caused a slight wavering in her heart.

This reminded Gracie of herself and Gregory, who loved each other just as intensely. If it weren't for the societal gap in their status, she wouldn't have fallen so low.

As if prepared for his imminent death, Benson closed his eyes and calmly awaited the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

Just as the blade was about to pierce Benson's body, Gracie suddenly stopped.

She turned around and handed the syringe to the man behind her, her red lips parting slightly. "You do it. I remember you always have disdain for him. Now, this is your chance to kill him!"

"Yes!"

Hidden behind his mask, Master Glenn's face showed a hesitant and contemplative expression, his eyes flickering.

Indeed, he despised Benson, and the two had always been at odds.

Among the three of them, Sam, the rightful heir and the only son of the family head, was undisputedly the first.

The real struggle for rank lay between him and Benson, but unfortunately, as long as Benson was present, Master Glenn could only be second.

Master Glenn hesitated because he thought of Kate.

The disappointment and fear in her eyes when she looked at him pierced his heart. He didn't want Kate to look at him with such a demonic gaze. "Glenn, take action!" Gracie urged.

"Yes."

Master Glenn made up his mind and reached out to grab Benson's arm. With the syringe in his other hand, he forcefully injected him.

As the potion slowly depleted, beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body uncontrollably convulsed in pain as he collapsed onto the bed.

Master Glenn withdrew the needle, disgustingly tossing it aside. He turned his back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said, "Only when you're dead can I find peace."

"You!" Benson's pupils contracted into small dots out of disbelief. He glanced at the "archenemy" standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her hands with a smile. "Well done, Glenn. Mission accomplished! Let's go!"

"Okay."

Just before leaving, Master Glenn took one last glance at the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as whether life or death was up to his own destiny.

"Boom!"

Just as the two were about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a downpour followed suit.

To make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when they left.

"Should we go?" Master Glenn asked in a low voice.

Taking advantage of the raindrops still relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be too bad.

Without hesitation, Gracie rejected his suggestion and lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up the hem.

"Let's wait until the rain subsides a bit. I just bought this dress."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Upon hearing this, Master Glenn turned his head to take a look at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't this dres's the same as the one you wore yesterday?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers and gave him a smack on the forehead.

"Who are you calling auntie? It's sister! And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not see that?" Master Glenn was left speechless.

Being almost fifty years old, she still insisted on being called "sis"...

Suddenly, two people slowly walked towards them through the rain curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a long blue robe and wooden clogs.

In his hand, he held a black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red dress, walking towards their direction.

The little girl held two umbrellas in her hands, her round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she looked at the two.

Upon seeing the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a sense of "alertness."

She half-squinted her almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose Benson over Marcel.

It was because Marcel, at the tender age of seven or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he had to kill.

Benson, on the other hand, was different. Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly with a sword as soon as he lifted it.

In one swift motion, the chicken's head fell to the ground, clean and precise.

"Long time no see, Gracie. I'm here to bring you both umbrellas and, by the way... to escort my fifth brother on his final journey."

He had a gentle smile on his face, raising one hand with his thumb firmly pressed against his palm.

Gracie noticed that he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished from constant touch.

Her keen senses detected a hint of strong spiritual energy in the air, and her excited gaze instantly shifted towards the little girl in Marcel's arms.

"This child..."

Marcel tightened his hold on the child for a moment, responding in a nonchalant voice, "This is my daughter Caitlyn. This name was given by her mother, who was a Chulae woman." Unfortunately, she suffered from severe postpartum depression. After giving birth to Caitlyn, she ended her own life.

Before she died, she entrusted the child to him, revealing that she left him because she was pregnant.

This child was her only hope.

In order to raise this child well, he decided not to remarry, but being born into such a prominent family, he could only choose to become a monk.

Gracie's gaze made him feel

threatened, and he instinctively

wanted to hide his daughter in his

embrace and change the subject.

"Caitlyn, give the umbrellas to grandma and uncle."

"Yes, Father."

"Grandma, here's the umbrella for you."

The little girl's voice was sweet and soft, with a childish tone, making it impossible for anyone to get angry.

Gracie wanted to correct her way of addressing her, but as soon as she heard that voice, she instantly forgot about it.

In truth, she also wanted a daughter.