Love's Perfect Match

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.

"You better take another look. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? How could she have passed away?"

Nonetheless, the receptionist replied nonchalantly, "I know you might not believe it now. There is a person named Helena Joneson at our sanatorium, and I wouldn't make a mistake."

Meanwhile, Gilbert stood beside her and was incredulous when he heard that. "I was here the day before yesterday, and I saw Miss Joneson. How could she have passed away today?"

After hearing that, the receptionist frowned. "Young man, a person's lifespan is determined by fate, and no one can predict when they will leave this world. Your tone suggests that our sanatorium is up to no good."

Gilbert realized that his tone was a bit too aggressive and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I was a bit impulsive with my words."

After listening to that, the pain in Elspeth's heart quickly expanded.

"Where is her body? Where is the room she used to live in? Can I go see it?"

The 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 item that belongs to your mother."

Trembling, she took out a necklace from her pocket. It was in the shape of a heart and the same necklace she carried when she went to look for her mother.

"Ah, yes, this is it. It's this necklace."

The person nodded, and a different emotion appeared in her eyes. "Follow me. I'll take you to her room first."

Elspeth nodded, and together with Gilbert, they were led to the room.

After pushing the door open, 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 opened it.

Her mother's handwriting was exquisite, and Elspeth carefully read through the diary, which mostly recorded her mother's struggle against her illness. Soon, Elspeth noticed her 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 missed her daughter.

My daughter Elspeth is always in my thoughts and heart.

Elspeth touched the writing, and tears slowly rolled down her face.

When she reached the last page, she could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears. In the diary's final entry, Helena wrote: 'Dearest Elspeth. Perhaps, I've already passed on by the time you read this. It breaks my heart to leave you without warning, but I had to do it for your sake. Your life is still blooming, and I no longer want to hold you back. I wouldn't want that even if my illness was cured because you sacrificed your freedom. I love you more than words could ever express. Is there a mother in this world who wouldn't cherish her daughter? Sometimes, life is cruel, and we are forced to make impossible choices. For me, that choice was death in exchange for your freedom. Even though I know we will never cross paths again in this life, please take comfort that I will always watch you from a place you cannot see. My time was limited, and my illness was beyond cure.