The Divorcee Amazed the World

After finishing dinner, the two returned to the guest room.

As the door closed, Helena asked, “What should we do? Are we really going to stay here indefinitely?”

Willis furrowed his brow slightly, loosening his tie, “Grandma’s health is delicate; she can’t handle stress. Let’s stay for a few days and figure things out.”

Helena turned to look at the bed behind her, “With just one bed, how are we going to sleep?”

A slight smirk played on Willis’s lips, “Close your eyes and sleep.”

Helena became a bit anxious, “I’m not joking. I’m serious.”

Willis leisurely took off his wristwatch and tossed it onto the bedside table, saying, “You go take a shower first. I’ll follow.”

“Okay.”

Helena went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, then quickly took a shower.

When she returned, it was Willis’s turn to wash.

Lying on the bed, she couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts raced; they were getting divorced, yet they were still sharing a bed. What was going on?

Suddenly, Willis’s phone, placed on the bedside table, rang.

Helena didn’t like intruding on his privacy, so she let it ring.

After ringing twice, it stopped.

Not long after, her own phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, it was an unknown number.

Answering, a sweet voice came from the other end, “Helena, is Willis with you?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

The woman paused for a second and then said, “I’m his younger sister.”

Thinking it might be one of Willis’s younger cousins, Helena replied, “He’s taking a shower. I’ll have him call you back when he’s done.”

“Alright, thank you.”

After washing up, Willis, wearing only a towel around his waist, held a towel to dry his hair.

His well-built figure was exceptionally attractive-muscular, powerful, and outlined with stunning contours, radiating a breathtaking charm under the orange light.

Helena’s heart raced, her ears reddening as if touched by flames.

Turning her head to avoid eye contact, she whispered, “Your younger sister just called. You should return her call.”

Willis uttered a casual acknowledgement, walked to the bedside table, and checked his phone.

He left the room.

When he returned, his handsome face was dark, and he coldly asked, “Was it intentional?”

Helena was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

“Susan committed suicide. What did you say to her?”

A thunderous crash echoed in her mind!

After a few seconds, Helena regained her voice, “I didn’t know she was Susan. She said she was your younger sister, and I thought she was one of your cousins. I just told her you were taking a shower.”

With a stern expression, Willis said nothing, opened the wardrobe, and started getting dressed.

Once dressed, he took long strides and left the room.

Santana Grandpa, hearing the commotion, came out and asked, “It’s late; where are you going?”

Willis spoke sternly, “I have something to attend to.”

“What is it?”

“Susan is hospitalized. I’m going to see her.”

Grandpa raised his voice, addressing Helena in the guest room, “Helena, go with him.”

Grandpa Santana was decisive, and his word was law.

Helena couldn’t defy him and replied, “Yes, Grandpa.”

After putting on their clothes, they left together.

After driving for a while, Helena said, “Just drop me off at any hotel.”

Willis gripped the steering wheel, not glancing at her, “Come with me. Explain things to Susan.”

A lump formed in Helena’s throat.

Although she had a calm and unassuming nature, she also had her limits.

It wasn’t her fault in the first place.

What was there to explain?

Sensing her discomfort, Willis freed up a hand, tousled her hair, and said softly, “Susan has severe depression. Consider it a favor for me.”

An hour later, the two arrived at Susan’s hospital room.

Having just vomited, Susan lay on the hospital bed, extremely pale, her hair disheveled. Her figure under the blanket looked thin and fragile.

When Helena saw her face clearly, she was astonished!