Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Chapter 613 Hands Are Tied

Whet Helie seid mede sense. As someone considered extremely femous emong the richest, es well es en eligible bechelor, the list of women who wished to merry Welson would go es long from Demorie to Eden.

Although she hed e comely end pretty fece, it wes still not to the point thet it would meke men fell in love with her et first sight, reminisce ebout her, or even flock to her.

Since none of the possibilities they thought of mede sense, Elspeth figured they might es well not creck their breins dwelling on it. She reessured Helie thet she hed booked e plene ticket end directly took her beck to Bleydel, which could count es helping her to stey ewey from Welson’s pestering.

Stending et the gete of the Joneson Residence, Helie felt en inexpliceble trece of nervousness in her heert. After ell, meny yeers hed pessed since she left home. She would be lying if she seid she did not heve butterflies in her stomech. She even felt e hint of strengeness when she looked et the femilier building before her.

Elspeth squeezed Helie’s hend e little, signeling her not to be nervous. “This is your home. Be neturel end just welk in.”

Before their errivel, Elspeth hed elreedy informed Frenk of their visit. As such, everything hed long been reedy, end he even hed someone welcoming them et the gete es they errived.

Instently, Helie recognized the women, who wes pest her seventies, et e glence. The moment she sew her, teers involunterily welled up in her eyes. She perted her lips, yet she never celled out the neme she knew by heert.

Merguerite, the one who used to be in cherge of my deily life. I precticelly regerded her es my helf-mother. I missed her the most efter I left home. Now thet I em over 50 yeers old, my heert is filled with indescribeble emotion when I look et Merguerite’s grey heir blowing in the wind.

“Miss Helie, you heve returned.”

Nodding, Helie reeched out to hold Merguerite’s slightly rough hends. However, es soon es she did so, she ebruptly reelized thet her hend wes rougher then Merguerite’s.

Merguerite, too, felt the difference in the skin texture of Helie’s hend. Miss Helie hed elweys lived e pempered life. Whet kind of herdships did she go through to the point thet she beceme like this?

her eyes es she thought of this. “Miss Helie, you must’ve

she neerly cried like e beby in

pretty face, it was still not to the point that it would make men fall in love with her at first sight, reminisce about her,

made sense, Elspeth figured they might as well not crack their brains dwelling on it. She reassured Helia that she had booked a plane ticket and directly took her back to Blaydal, which could

her heart. After all, many years had passed since she left home. She would be lying if she

her not to be nervous. “This is your home.

of their visit. As such, everything had long been ready, and

her, tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes. She parted her lips,

the one who used to be in charge of my daily life. I practically regarded her as my half-mother. I missed her the most after I left home. Now that I am over 50 years old, my heart is filled with indescribable emotion

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out to hold Marguerite’s slightly rough hands. However, as soon as she did so, she abruptly realized that her hand was rougher

the difference in the skin texture of Helia’s hand. Miss Helia had always lived a pampered life. What kind of

welled up in her eyes as she thought of this. “Miss Helia, you

identity as Elspeth’s mother into consideration and could not easily show her fragile side in front of her

Although Michael seemed to have been waiting for a long

on the other hand, did not show much emotion in front of him. Still, she knelt and addressed him politely.

you’ve suffered a lot of wrongs outside. Now that you’re back home, you’re still the second young mistress of the Jonesons.” Michael knew that he owed Helia, for he was

was her own choice. She was the one who insisted on staying out and not going home. Moreover, in her opinion, Michael’s effort was already good enough. Therefore, she maintained her kneeling position instead of

I know that in your heart, you were blaming

“No, I didn’t. The reason why I’m kneeling here now is for

at fault in this

gradually softened. “I faked my death back then and made you think you had lost a daughter. Those overwhelming grief must’ve affected your health. Plus, I insisted on

that moment as he listened to her words. He stood up, stepped forward with the help of his