Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 927

Arianne tried to snatch the pendant back from Smore, but the baby’s hand somehow turned into a stubborn lobster’s claw and refused to let go, no matter how hard she tried to pry it open. Fearful of accidentally hurting him, Arianne gave up and relented. “Fine. It’s not returning to us until he gets bored with it. Oh, that reminds me… Uh, how’s, well, Aery?”

Given a choice, Arianne would have rather not mentioned Aery at all, but she was desperately running out of topics. She could not possibly turn the rest of their “chat” into a staring competition, right?

Helen, for her part, did not expect her to mention Aery of her own accord. After the shock passed, she answered, “Well, she’s currently studying abroad. To my relief, she appears to have gone back on track. See, I found her a host family whom I’ve established a close connection with so that I can monitor her every move and situation from here. Honestly, as long as she could put her mind to educating herself and not ruining her own life, a mother would have no reason to give up her daughter, wouldn’t you agree? Of course, I will make sure she never disturbs you or Mark again. I may be forever bound to her, but you’re not.”

With a pang, Arianne realized that she and Helen shared more than just a few passing similarities. For one, both of them seemed to be quite acute in seeing the spirit of a given situation and making the best judgement and decision in a split second.

“That’s right. I don’t ever wanna cross paths with her in my life ever again. And I count that as my one last display of mercy. Because all those things she did made me wish I could kill her over them. Frankly, I don’t give a damn about blood relations that much, especially when she’s just my half-sister begotten from another man.”

Helen suddenly broke out into a chuckle. “Oh, you’re the exact opposite of your father in this regard. Rather, you’re more like me. Your father was a warm man who didn’t deserve to be hooked up with a cold-hearted woman like myself. How tragic are human beings, to be denied a chance to redo what they’d done wrong, huh? We could accidentally turn ourselves into a soulless zombie wearing a human husk, and reality would still not give us a chance to rectify our regrets.”

“You regret what you’ve done,” Arianne pointed out flatly, “but the past doesn’t have do-overs.”

Forlornness crossed into Helen’s eyes. “You’re right. I can’t go back.”

Muted moments in the conversation between the estranged mother and daughter multiplied as it went on. Slowly but surely, both sides grew accustomed to the expanding silence.