Chapter 1065 We Will Not Be Friends Anymore
Tears brimmed in Helma’s eyes as she stared at Bastien and Natalie dancing away gracefully in front of her. God knows how many times she had pictured this scene inside her head, and although it had finally come true, the female protagonist was now a different woman instead of her.
She had pined for this moment forever. That was why it hurt so much now. Helma could practically hear her own heart and dreams shattering. Geert walked over and held her hand in his. “Helma.”
“Father.” The woman gazed up at her father with misty eyes. “Don’t cry! There are so many people watching you right now, waiting for you to look beaten down. You can break down at home if you want to, but don’t you do that here!” Geert reminded her despite him tensing up too.
“But I can’t hold it in, Father.” Helma’s eyes turned increasingly red. “You have to,” the man warned sternly. “You already know how ugly things got because of the canceled engagement, and you’re still on the verge of tears now? Don’t you know how much more people would look down on you if they saw you like this?”
Helma wanted to cry, but Geert stopped her at once. Being unable to relieve the anguish in her heart only intensified the pain.
While burning with rage as she saw Helma’s dreams getting crushed, Heidi scowled over the fact that everyone’s attention was on the woman on the dancefloor.
I underestimated you, Natalie! You’re much slyer than I thought!
Heidi began to speak on Helma’s behalf, which was an extremely rare thing for her to do. “Father, why are you forcing her not to cry? There’s no way she can control her emotions. How about I take her away from here so she can calm down?”
Geert pondered for a moment. “All right. Watch over her.”
“I will, Father.”
The two women walked out of the banquet hall.
Unfortunately, Helma still looked visibly desperate to leave, even with Heidi holding onto her.
In fact, it looked more as if she was running away rather than just leaving.
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