She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: He Had Been So Drunk and Obsessed

Omari blamed his father for making them, mother and son, wander around for over a decade, resulting in his mother's demise.

Little did he know, Hayden's mother led a glamorous life as a wealthy socialite but remained a widow at heart.

Omari resented his father for forcing him to marry a man he didn't love, just as he himself had to marry the President's daughter, Emily, whom he had no affection for.

In this regard, he handled it more confidently than Omari, for he was always devoid of emotions.

Love and affection were mere childish and naive matters, far less significant than personal gain.

To him, Omari's willingness to offend the Lara and Weaver families for a trivial Cheyenne was downright foolish.

At the same time, he secretly wished for Omari to continue being "foolish" like this.

The worse Omari's reputation, the better it was for him.

Hayden had left.

Leon hesitated outside the door for a while before finally deciding to go in. Leaning on his cane, he pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room, filled with the scent of alcohol.

"Why isn't the light on?" he asked.

Before the words even left his mouth, a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with crimson looked towards him, causing Leon's heart to skip a beat in fright.

Calmly, he pressed the light switch on the wall, instantly brightening up the room with the piercing glare from the crystal chandelier.

As someone who had just emerged from the darkness of the night, his pupils shrank momentarily, and his charming eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the newcomer.

The room was filled with the stench of alcohol and littered with empty bottles.

Leon, grudgingly using his cane to clear a path through the bottles blocking his way, made his unsteady way towards Omari.

Seeing him with a filthy face and disheveled clothes, looking despairing and dejected, Leon felt a mix of anger and heartache.

After all, this was his beloved woman's son. It would be hypocritical not to feel distressed.

"Omari, get up! Act like a man, will you? Is it meaningful to keep drowning yourself in alcohol? Is it?" He even felt the urge to use his precious ebony cane to knock some sense into him. After all, it would be difficult to find another like it.

"Crash..."

Omari suddenly smashed the beer bottle in his hand onto the ground, causing a loud noise and scaring the onlookers with their curious expressions outside the door.

"Tell me then, is it meaningful to sacrifice your own will for the sake of personal gain, even if it means compromising your entire life? Is that meaningful?" His voice reverberated with sarcasm.

Leon's face turned purple and green, his anger boiling within. How dare that brat lecture him like that!

"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?" Leon retorted, coughing uncontrollably. His irritation caused a pain in his chest, reminding him of his old ailment.

Seeing the old man struggling for breath, Omari's raging emotions calmed down a bit. With a pair of resentful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "You knew perfectly well that Cheyenne is the one I love."

"You knew that I have already established myself and don't need to obey your arrangements."

"But it's because you're my father and because you used your illness and her safety to threaten me."

"Fine, I'll compromise! It's me being too softhearted, too compassionate. For the rest of my life, I can only be controlled like a puppet by all of you!"

Leon saw him describe marriage as such tragedy, as if it was a hopeless path of no return, and he couldn't help but feel that it was too much.