Chapter 367
Chapter 367:
“Goodbye, my ex-husband.”
The warmth of her touch lingered even after she pulled away, the faint scent of her perfume clouding his senses.
By the time he snapped out of the daze, Janice was already inside the car, driving away, leaving him standing alone in the street.
His eyes dropped to the divorce certificate still clutched in his hand, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white. For the first time, he truly understood the pain of loss.
Not even the car accident he’d survived, when he thought his life was about to end, could compare to the pain of this moment.
“Mr. Green…” Braylen’s voice broke through his thoughts, hesitant as he approached. “The company restructuring today requires your presence.”
“Take me to Generous Lives Orphanage.”
Braylen blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. “But the company…”
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” Braylen didn’t waste another second. He jumped into the driver’s seat and headed straight for the orphanage.
Generous Lives Orphanage wasn’t a grand, polished institution like others. Instead, it had a humble charm—simple in its design.
That alone showed it genuinely cared for the children, rather than exploiting their tragic circumstances for sympathy and profit.
“Are you here to adopt?” A staff member approached, her eyes scanning the two men with curiosity.
Aiden and Braylen carried themselves with an aura that set them apart from the usual visitors. If they were here to adopt, the child would undoubtedly have a better life. She couldn’t help but feel happy for the child who might be chosen.
“No,” Aiden said. “We’re here to see Glenn Haynes.”
“The director?” she asked, her brow furrowing in mild disappointment before letting them in.
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As they stepped into the orphanage, Aiden was immediately drawn to the scene before him—children laughing and playing heartily on the grass and swings. He wanted to find traces of Janice’s past here.
Suddenly, he froze, his gaze locking onto something on the far wall.
There, sprawled across the surface, was vibrant graffiti of a radiant angel, its halo of light shining outward as though bestowing blessings upon the world.
“This masterpiece was done by a brilliant soul who used to live here,” the staff member explained. “They say her IQ was off the charts. She learned everything quickly, no guidance needed, and created this angel all on her own. I heard her family came for her. I wonder how she’s doing now.”
Aiden squinted his eyes, a wave of emotion rising within him. He took a step forward, drawn to the image.
Up close, the angel was even more striking—its glow seemed almost tangible, conveying an unspoken yearning, a longing for something just out of reach.
He reached out, gently pressing his palm against the wall, trying to connect with the emotions Janice might have felt as she poured her soul into this creation.
She had no clear picture of her family, no memories of what they looked like—but in this angel, she had found a symbol, something universal. Angels, after all, were thought to watch over the world, embracing every soul with warmth and care, as a mother might. Janice had poured her soul into this image.
A small voice interrupted his reverie, and Aiden turned to see a little boy rushing toward him. The child’s hand shot out, grabbing Aiden’s wrist.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Braylen, who had been following behind, frowned and took a step forward, ready to pull the child away. But Aiden stopped him with a glance.
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