The Divorcee Amazed the World

Arriving at the hospital.

Helena had already cried her eyes out, her pale face stained with tears. She looked completely lost and devastated, evoking sympathy from anyone who saw her.

Helena’s mind was consumed by thoughts of her grandmother, who had passed away.

She no longer had her grandmother.

Willis drove the car swiftly.

Finally reaching the hospital, he got out and opened the car door.

Helena stumbled out of the car, her legs so weak that she could barely walk.

Willis simply lifted her into his arms again, taking brisk steps towards the inpatient department.

In the hospital room, Zena was covering her face, crying inconsolably.

Grandmother lay on the hospital bed, covered with a white sheet, her face concealed.

It felt like something had collapsed. Helena’s heart tightened, as if someone had tied a rope around it, making it impossible to breathe.

She struggled to get out of Willis’ embrace, staggering towards the bed.

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The doctor uncovered the white sheet, allowing her one last look.

Grandmother’s eyes were tightly closed, her face pale and almost gray, lips showing a bluish tint.

With a “thump,” Helena knelt down, tears blurring her vision.

She desperately wiped them away.

She wanted to get a good look at her grandmother, but no matter how hard she wiped, the tears wouldn’t stop.

She knelt beside the bed, embracing her grandmother’s waist, hysterically crying and calling out, “Grandma, oh, Grandma.” But her grandmother could no longer respond.

She tried to pat her face, attempting to wake her up, but her grandmother would never wake again.

She cried like a child, feeling incredibly lonely, an abyss of sadness deep within her.

Grandfather had left, and now her grandmother too.

The two dearest people to her had left one after another.

She felt like an orphan, utterly alone.

Fearful that her knees would get cold on the icy floor, Willis helped her up.

Helena stubbornly remained kneeling.

Willis had no choice but to bring a pillow to cushion her knees, and he went to the bathroom to fetch warm water, constantly wiping away her tears with a wet towel.

After crying for so long, Helena couldn’t shed any more tears. Her throat was hoarse, and she just knelt there motionless, staring at her grandmother’s face.

Zena decided to send her mother’s remains back to their hometown, Parvis Village, to be buried alongside her father.

Willis went out to call his assistant, arranging for the hearse and funeral details.

An hour later, their subordinates brought the hearse, lifting grandmother’s body inside.

A procession of several cars drove solemnly towards Parvis Village.

A professional funeral team quickly set up the funeral tent, dressed grandmother in burial clothes, and placed her inside the coffin.

At night, Helena, dressed in mourning attire, stood vigil with Willis by her side.

As the night deepened, he urged her to get some sleep.

Helena lightly shook her head.

Willis had someone bring a mat and insisted on making her lie down for a while.

During these days of vigil, Helena spent most of her time kneeling, only closing her eyes briefly when she couldn’t endure any longer.

She refused to sleep, and Willis stayed awake with her, silently watching over her.

Afraid that she might faint from excessive grief, afraid of her loneliness and fear, afraid she might do something drastic, and most of all, afraid of losing her.

He didn’t know how to comfort her, so he simply held her hand tightly, offering his shoulder for her to lean on, silently accompanying her.

Under the bright light.

Her beautiful face was as pale as a cold moon, her large watery eyes filled with profound sorrow. Her long eyelashes drooped like the wings of a dying butterfly.

She looked so different, frail and lost, kneeling in front of her grandmother’s coffin, unmoving.

In the orange light and shadow, her slender figure seemed to fade away.

During these days, he felt more heartache for her than ever before.

So much so that many years later, Willis couldn’t forget this scene. When he recalled it, his heart clenched painfully.

In the courtyard.

A cheeky relative approached Zena and said, “Isn’t your son-in-law’s legs fine? I heard he was disabled and had to use a wheelchair?”

Zena knew they were mocking her behind her back, insinuating that she had sold her daughter to a disabled man for money.

She raised her swollen eyes and gave the relative a sideways glance, “My son-in-law was just injured. He used a wheelchair temporarily, and his legs were healed a year ago.”

The relative curled her lips, “Really? That’s a fast recovery.”

“Of course, my son-in-law is fortunate, and good things happen to good people.”

The relative chuckled and said with a sarcastic tone, “I heard your in-laws are wealthy. Will Helena suffer in their family? Our small household can’t compare to those big families.”

Zena gave her a cold look, “Not at all. Their family respects my daughter.”

The relative sneered, “Then why haven’t your in-laws shown up? Deep down, they must look down on us. It’s hard to climb the high branches, isn’t it?”

“They haven’t come in person, but the funeral money has arrived. My mother-in-law and my father-in-law each transferred two hundred thousand to my account. My son-in-law treats my daughter extremely well. He’s been by her side day and night these past few days, never taking his eyes off her. Can your son-in-law do that without money?”

Zena was always quick with words, never leaving grudges overnight.

The relative, her cousin, had been jealous of her since childhood for being more accomplished.

Thinking she could take this opportunity to berate Zena, she ended up getting a taste of her own medicine. Clicking her tongue a few times, she walked away with a disgruntled expression.