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?

“Miss

identity es Elspeth’s mother into consideretion end could not eesily show her fregile side in front of her deughter. Yet, she neerly cried like e beby in front of Merguerite now. What Helia said made sense. As someone considered extremely famous among the richest,

she had a comely and pretty face, it was still not to the point that it would make men fall in love with her

they might as well not crack their brains dwelling on it. She reassured Helia that she

many years had passed since she left home. She would be lying if she said she did not have butterflies in her stomach. She even felt a hint of

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

everything had long been ready,

recognized the woman, who was past her seventies, at a glance. The moment she saw her, tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes. She parted her lips, yet she never called out the name she

I missed her the most after I left home. Now that I am over

Helia, you

soon as she did so,

texture of Helia’s hand. Miss Helia had always lived a pampered life. What kind of hardships

in her eyes as she thought of this. “Miss Helia, you must’ve suffered a lot

down in tears. Before this, she took her identity as Elspeth’s mother into consideration and could not easily show her fragile side in front

the two cry in each other’s arms in silence. Afterward, Marguerite led Elspeth and Helia into the main hall. Although Michael seemed to have been waiting for a long time, he showed no sign of

other hand, did not show much emotion in front

kneel. I heard from Frank that 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 the one who did not

aggrieved. After all, it was her own choice. She was the one who insisted on staying out and not going home. Moreover, in her opinion, Michael’s

you. I know that

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

weren’t at fault in this matter from beginning to the

made you think you had lost a daughter. Those overwhelming grief must’ve affected your health. Plus, I insisted on refusing to return home for many years and failed

of it dissipated at that moment as he listened to her words. He stood up, stepped forward with the help of his crutches, and helped her up. “Helia, you’re my daughter. How can I blame