Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 488

Chapter 488 Carved Out Of the Same Mold

Elspeth felt as if there was no need for a stupid DNA test. She could immediately tell that this person right before her was her birth mother.

"Madam, you…" Elspeth blurted, utterly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions.

Before this, Elspeth only had a vague glance at Helen. Still, she felt a connection with the poor woman. She already knew that there were definitely some similarities between them, so she was convinced that Helen was her mother.

After all, they had the same blood and a similar face, so there was no room for doubt.

And now, the woman in front of her looked as if she was carved out of the same mold as Elspeth!

"Madam, what's your name?"

The woman in front of her couldn't control her emotions any longer, and her tears fell from her eyes. "Helia Joneson."

When Elspeth heard her name, she wasn't just shocked. The reveal was so out of this world that she froze in utter astonishment.

Helia Joneson?

Wasn't she the aunt who jumped off a building and died?

"Are you sure? Didn't you commit suicide decades ago?"

Right now, Elspeth couldn't even bother to word her sentence nicely as she all but pressed for answers.

"I did commit suicide more than 20 years ago, but I didn't die." Helia sighed. "The thing is…"

Finally, Helia sat on the couch and opened up to the couple about what happened to her in detail.

Twenty-five years ago, Helia had always been a meek girl. She seldom left the Joneson Residence.

Her elder sister Helen had always been the one dazzling everyone else. She was beautiful, confident, and generous. But, above all that, she was also loved by many.

Although Helia wasn't inferior appearance-wise, she had none of the courage her sister possessed. Therefore, as time passed by, she became more introverted and was almost like a hidden princess from ancient times.

She would spend most of her time tending to flowers, writing poems, and painting. She had almost no contact with the outside world.

Therefore, she didn't have any contact with the opposite sex at all.

By the age of twenty-three, Helen suddenly insisted on marrying a poor sculptor, Davion Lynwood. He was Elspeth's adoptive father.

After Michael learned about this, he was furious and locked Helen at home. He refused to let her out to meet Davion.

In Michael's heart, his eldest daughter was his most promising child. He hoped that his daughter would live well by marrying a man with great character and talent who hailed from a prestigious family background. Someone who could give her the best the world could offer, a man who had everything and would do anything for her.

Finally, he gave Davion an ultimatum. As long as Davion could give a total of 300 million dollars as a bridal price, Michael would bless their union.

However, Davion was just a small sculptor. Although he was somewhat famous, he was still young. Without the fame and acclaim of those renowned sculptors, how could those sculptures actually sell well? Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

So, on that fateful day, the two lovebirds were forcibly separated.

At that time, Theodore Winthrop from Damoria came over to ask for her hand in marriage. Theodore's father was very famous at the time, be it in Damoria or Blaydal. It was said that all the young girls were interested in him and would do anything to marry him.

Michael was delighted with his new son-in-law, so he immediately arranged a marriage with Helen.

In order to avoid any mishaps from happening, he even set the date of their marriage to be over by the month's end.

Unfortunately, on the night of the wedding, Helen and Davion had planned to elope. There was also another person involved in the plan, and it was none other than Helia, who had never done anything out of line.

"At the time, I saw that my sister was so insistent on marrying her lover that she slowly wasted away as the days went by. So, I helped them plan an escape. Well, you could say that I was the key piece for their entire plan to work."

Elspeth didn't expect that the escape from marriage had something to do with Helia.

"What happened next?"

"After I covered their escape, I used a shortcut to return. There were no cameras on that road, so even if I loitered about, no one would know that I had left."

Helia recalled the memory as she sighed with feeling.

"Actually, I wasn't afraid of getting discovered. If I got discovered, it would just be an internal issue. I just wanted to buy them more time so they could escape as far as possible without being discovered. It was just a pity that I met someone on the way back."

As soon as she said that, Elspeth knew what was coming next.

In order to avoid being seen, Helia chose a road no one went to.

At the time, the road was pitch black, and Helia vaguely remembered the heavy breathing of someone whom she thought was just a servant passing by and didn't pay any mind to it at all.

She didn't realize that the person in front of her wasn't a servant but a drunken man until she walked by the person and a strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face.

She had always been afraid of the opposite sex, so she tried to minimize her presence as she all but pressed herself against the wall in order to avoid the man.

The road was narrow. Unfortunately, it was narrow enough for two people to barely pass by each other.

When Helia walked by, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Tell me, am I really not worthy enough for Helen?"

Under the moonlight, she could vaguely see the man's face. The man was definitely handsome, but he had an aura that made her feel uncomfortable. It was as though all her senses were screaming for her to flee.

Several people had been coming to the house in the past few days, and she had seen this person before. He should be from the Winthrop family.

"I don't know, don't ask me."

Helia took a few steps back and tried to break free from his hold.

It was a pity that the moonlight shone on her face, and the man immediately caught sight of Helia's face.

"Helen. It's really you, Helen…"

As the man stared at the woman in front of him, the fanatical look in his eyes grew.

"I'm not Helen. You've got the wrong person."

For some reason, she could feel something off about this man as a terrible premonition rose in her heart.

"No, you look exactly like her. You're definitely Helen. I told you, I'm the one who loves you the most. Don't marry my brother. Marry me instead, okay?"

The man hugged her tightly, and the smell of alcohol was starting to make her dizzy.

"Don't do this. I'm really not Helen," Helia sensed danger and tried to shove him away, but it was to no avail.

"Helen, as long as I get you, you'll always be with me, right?"

As soon as those words left the man's mouth, they gave life to the malicious thoughts in his mind.

At this point, he wasn't just drunkenly slurring his intentions as he had even started tearing off her clothes.

Helia truly regretted her actions that day. She shouldn't have chosen such a secluded path at that time. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have met such a person. She wouldn't have fallen into such a situation.

"Helen, I love you the most…"