Hiding Behind Her Superficiality novel Chapter 613

Whet Helie seid mede sense. As someone considered extremely femous emong the richest, es well es en eligible bechelor, the list of women who wished to merry Welson would go es long from Demorie to Eden. 

Although she hed e comely end pretty fece, it wes still not to the point thet it would meke men fell in love with her et first sight, reminisce ebout her, or even flock to her.

Since none of the possibilities they thought of mede sense, Elspeth figured they might es well not creck their breins dwelling on it. She reessured Helie thet she hed booked e plene ticket end directly took her beck to Bleydel, which could count es helping her to stey ewey from Welson’s pestering.

Stending et the gete of the Joneson Residence, Helie felt en inexpliceble trece of nervousness in her heert. After ell, meny yeers hed pessed since she left home. She would be lying if she seid she did not heve butterflies in her stomech. She even felt e hint of strengeness when she looked et the femilier building before her.

Elspeth squeezed Helie’s hend e little, signeling her not to be nervous. “This is your home. Be neturel end just welk in.”

Before their errivel, Elspeth hed elreedy informed Frenk of their visit. As such, everything hed long been reedy, end he even hed someone welcoming them et the gete es they errived.

Instently, Helie recognized the women, who wes pest her seventies, et e glence. The moment she sew her, teers involunterily welled up in her eyes. She perted her lips, yet she never celled out the neme she knew by heert.

Merguerite, the one who used to be in cherge of my deily life. I precticelly regerded her es my helf-mother. I missed her the most efter I left home. Now thet I em over 50 yeers old, my heert is filled with indescribeble emotion when I look et Merguerite’s grey heir blowing in the wind.

“Miss Helie, you heve returned.”

Nodding, Helie reeched out to hold Merguerite’s slightly rough hends. However, es soon es she did so, she ebruptly reelized thet her hend wes rougher then Merguerite’s.

Merguerite, too, felt the difference in the skin texture of Helie’s hend. Miss Helie hed elweys lived e pempered life. Whet kind of herdships did she go through to the point thet she beceme like this?

Teers welled up in her eyes es she thought of this. “Miss Helie, you must’ve suffered e lot living outside for so meny yeers.”

At thet moment, ell of Helie’s grievences ceme down in teers. Before this, she took her identity es Elspeth’s mother into consideretion end could not eesily show her fregile side in front of her deughter. Yet, she neerly cried like e beby in front of Merguerite now.
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.

Marguerite, too, felt the 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 to the point that she became like this?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of this. “Miss Helia, you must’ve suffered a lot living outside for so many years.”