The Divorcee Amazed the World

Susan’s small, pale face was strangely similar to Helena’s.

It was challenging to pinpoint exactly where the resemblance lay; at first glance, they looked alike.

A closer inspection revealed Susan’s delicate version-arched eyebrows, a slightly furrowed brow, a petite nose, a cherry-like mouth-features with a fragile, glass-like quality.

Helena, in comparison, exuded tranquility, calmness, and an inherent resilience.

At this moment, Helena realized that in Willis’s heart, she was a substitute.

She chuckled self-mockingly, no wonder three years ago, he agreed to register with her after just one look. The reason was apparent.

“Willis, you’re here,” Susan’s mother, Grace Olteran, greeted them with a forced smile.

Her gaze, when it fell on Helena, wasn’t very friendly.

Willis nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Grace walked to the bedside, gently patting Susan’s shoulder, “Susan, Willis came to see you.”

Susan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze passing over Helena’s face without much surprise, as if she had long known of their resemblance.

She looked at Willis, tears welling up in her eyes as she said softly, “Willis, I didn’t attempt suicide. I just couldn’t sleep, took a few too many sleeping pills. My mom panicked and insisted on bringing me to the hospital for gastric lavage. I’m sorry for troubling you and Sister Helena at this late hour.”

With red eyes, Grace scolded, “A few? You took almost an entire bottle. If I hadn’t found out in time, you might have…”

She covered her mouth, sobbing.

Willis sat down by the bed, lowering his gaze to Susan. His tone was indulgent, with a hint of reproach, “No more doing foolish things like this in the future, understand?”

Susan pouted, tears glistening in her eyes, nodded gently, appearing obedient and pitiful.

Willis delicately wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief, his movements as gentle as handling the most precious porcelain.

The way he looked at her was tender, full of pity.

Helena stared blankly at Willis.

In three years of marriage, he had never treated her with such tenderness.

Perhaps this was the difference between love and indifference.

Even though Susan had abandoned him during his most difficult times, he still loved her.

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Helena couldn’t bear it any longer, “You guys talk. I’m leaving.”

At the sound of her words, Willis looked back at her, his expression extremely indifferent, “Explain things to Susan before you go.”

Helena took a deep breath and said, “Susan, Willis and I are staying here because we don’t want to upset Grandma.”

Her throat choked, and she couldn’t continue. She turned and walked away.

This was the first time she had defied Willis and the first time she had lost her composure in front of him.

Once the door closed, Susan said to Willis, “Willis, go after Sister Helena. She seems upset.”

Willis fell silent for a moment, “It’s okay; she won’t be upset.”

“Then she has a really good temper,” Susan said softly, “I didn’t expect Sister Helena to have such a good temperament-gentle, elegant, and graceful. I thought she wouldn’t be worthy of you.”

Willis listened uncomfortably, “Although she grew up in a small mountain village, her mother and grandmother are teachers, and her grandfather was a restorer of ancient books and paintings at the museum before retiring. She comes from an educated family.”

“No wonder.”

The two fell into a sudden silence.

After a while, Susan tentatively asked, “Sister Helena is beautiful and has such a good temper. You must love her a lot, right?”

Willis was looking at his phone with a slightly absent-minded expression. When he heard her voice, he looked up and asked, “What did you just say?”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Susan’s eyes, “Willis, you should go and catch up with Sister Helena. It’s late, and it’s not safe for a girl to be out alone.”

Willis stood up, “I’ll take her back and then come to see you.”

Susan spoke softly, “Go quickly.”

As Willis left, Grace scolded, “You, how could you let him go? You’ve finally attracted him, and you let him go?”

Susan frowned, “Didn’t you see how uneasy Willis was? He’s here, yet he’s worried about Helena. It’s better to go along with his wishes. If that woman has any trouble on the way, he will blame himself, and he might even blame me.”

Susan pouted, “You, despite being young, are more scheming than Mom.”

By the time Willis found Helena, she was almost at the hospital entrance.