Chapter 270: Make Kelvin Infertile

Before he discovered his mother's betrayal of their family, he still had some respect for her, and when she was in a good mood, she would always hold him in her arms. Those gentle and fair hands would hold his small hand as she sat smiling at the canvas, using monotonous colors to express the colorful world. Occasionally, he still remembered the words she spoke to him with great emphasis in his ear. It echoed repeatedly in his mind like an old record player. She said, "Kelvin, you must remember that painting is the most enjoyable and absorbing thing in this world. If you don't have the patience to sit on this stool all day long, then don't bother learning." She was confident about her favorite field. "I understand, Mommy." Despite being young, Kelvin was already more mature and composed than other children of his age because of how often his mother made him sit at the canvas with a paintbrush all day long. She had become extremely obsessed with painting. Once for a dark piece cal