My Four Miraculous Treasures

Helen had put the clean cushions on the sofa and mopped the floor.

She felt fortunate to have cleaned the house today. Otherwise, having this handsome and dignified guest see what a mess their house was would be so embarrassing. Intimidated by Jasper's aloof aura, Helen was subconsciously fearful.

Jasper sat down. Helen poured him some tea and carefully placed it in front of him. "Please have a drink, Sir. May I have your name so I can tell Willow that you dropped by when she returns?"

Instead of drinking the tea, Jasper's dark eyes looked straight at Helen. He asked, "Are you her mother?"

"Oh, no. I'm her aunt. Willow brought me to the city from our village recently so I can live with her," Helen answered honestly.

Jasper's eyes twinkled. "You're Yvette's mother."

"You know my Yvette?" Helen became excited as shock and sorrow filled her eyes.

"Yeah, we were sort of connected," Jasper said.

At the thought of her poor daughter, Helen felt suffocated and upset. Her eyes started to turn red. "So you remember her. It's been so long. She didn't even get the chance to tell me that she had a friend like you. It's a pity that my daughter passed on so quickly and suddenly..."

Helen wiped her tears.

She didn't even get to tell her mother about the friends she

must have met this man while they were

man looked young, so he must have

he would

good memory since he

faltered upon seeing Helen cry. If he had

guilty

it to Helen. "The

tissue and dried her tears. How could she turn into a crying mess in

"Mr. Hughes, why are you here to

person is Willow?" Jasper

proudly, "Our Willow is very capable and resilient. She's also good at earning money. She's the

you aware of the things that happen to her and what she

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