Chapter 437 Helena Has Died

Elspeth and Gilbert went together to the sanatorium in Damoria. It was in Damoria's suburbs, not far from the city center, but it was pretty remote, with few people around. On the other hand, she never would have thought her mother would be there. She expected Helena to be in a hospital due to her terminal illness, but she never imagined that her mother would choose a sanatorium, where typically only the terminally ill are admitted. Then, when she found out that her mother was so set on passing away, she felt an intense pain in her chest.

When she arrived, she tried to rush in to see her mom as soon as possible, but the guard at the door stopped her.

"Who are you? What's your name? Please show your ID."

Hearing that, her voice was somewhat agitated, but she remained calm. "My mom is inside. Please let me in, okay?"

"What's your mother's name?"

Elspeth bit her lip, unsure if Helena had changed her name when she admitted.

"Helena Joneson."

The receptionist at the door flipped through the book in his hand, and her face suddenly became serious.

"Helena Joneson... It seems like this person passed away yesterday."

Passed away? Her heart stopped beating for a moment.

sure you didn't make a mistake? How

is a person named

beside her and was incredulous when he heard that. "I was here the day before yesterday, and I saw Miss Joneson. How could she

lifespan is determined by fate, and no one can predict when they will leave this

tone was a bit too aggressive and quickly apologized.

that, the pain

the room she used

receptionist hesitated for a moment. "Miss, we still haven't confirmed your identity yet, so it may not be appropriate to let you in so easily. Anyway, it's not completely impossible. We can let you in if you can produce an

the shape of a heart and the same

is it. It's

her eyes. "Follow me. I'll take you

and together with Gilbert, they were led to

there was no one in the room. The receptionist led them in and then left. Although there was no one living in the room anymore, it was still spotless. With one glance, she knew that the room had been her mother's. Then, she strolled forward and saw a diary that was not locked on the table, so she picked it up and

mother's handwriting became increasingly weak and unsteady as she continued to read. It appeared that Helena's physical discomfort had affected her handwriting. Yet, at the end of nearly every entry, she would write about how much she

Elspeth is always in my

writing, and tears

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