Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 613 Hands Are Tied

What Helia said made sense. As someone considered extremely famous among the richest, as well as an eligible bachelor, the list of women who wished to marry Welson would go as long from Damoria to Eden.

Although she had a comely and 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, or even flock to her.

Since none of the possibilities they thought of 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 count as helping her to stay away from Welson's pestering.

Standing at the gate of the Joneson Residence, Helia felt an inexplicable trace of nervousness in her heart. After all, 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 strangeness when she looked at the familiar building before her.

Elspeth squeezed Helia's hand a little, signaling her not to be nervous. "This is your home. Be natural and just walk in."

Before their arrival, Elspeth had already informed Frank of their visit. As such, everything had long been ready, and he even had someone welcoming them at the gate as they arrived.

Instantly, Helia 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 knew by heart.

Marguerite, 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 when I look at Marguerite's gray hair blowing in the wind.

"Miss Helia, you have returned."

Nodding, Helia reached out to hold Marguerite's slightly rough hands. However, as soon as she did so, she abruptly realized that her hand was rougher than Marguerite's.

difference in the skin texture of Helia's hand. Miss Helia had always lived a pampered life. What kind of hardships did she go through

in her eyes as she thought of this. "Miss

this, she took her identity as Elspeth's mother into consideration and could not easily show her fragile side in front of her daughter. Yet, she

Michael seemed to have been waiting for a long time, he showed no sign of impatience,

show much emotion in front

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 get to the bottom when she 'died' and let

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 effort was

that in your

reason why I'm kneeling here now is for you

weren't at fault in this matter from beginning to the end, so why should

and 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 to

that Michael had for Helia, all 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

The blood of the Jonesons runs deep in

two reconcile. Michael waved to her, signaling her to come over. "Elspeth, thank you for bringing your mother back. If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid

His son had long passed away due to

then, also returned in one piece! That was simply glad tidings for him. He even felt that he had gotten much younger all of