The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena walked over and silently embraced the old lady. After a while, she spoke, “Grandma, your legs ache. Remember to take calcium tablets on time every day, get more sunlight in winter, and don’t overuse the air conditioner in summer. Also, avoid eating too much watermelon; your stomach can’t handle the cold.”

The old lady instantly understood everything, and tears uncontrollably flowed down her face.

She hugged Helena tightly, “Child, we, the Santana family, owe you. Grandma is so reluctant to let you go.”

Helena felt a needle-like discomfort in her heart, choked up and said, “Thank you for taking care of me these past three years, Grandma.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The old lady sobbed, “No, Grandma should be grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, accompanying Willis for those two years, who knows if he could have made it through.”

Ryan stood on the side, coldly observing, unable to resist interjecting, “Willis sent someone to revive her grandmother, bought a house for them, and compensated Helena with a lot of money. We don’t owe her anything.”

The old lady raised her eyelids, staring at him, “Money, money, money! That’s all you care about! In the future, just follow the money!”

Ryan’s face darkened like a storm cloud.

“I still have something to do; you guys continue talking.” With these words, he angrily left, carrying his expensive briefcase.

The chef prepared dinner, and the servants brought the dishes to the table.

Despite the abundant food, everyone at the table ate as if chewing wax.

All present felt exceptionally gloomy.

After a difficult meal, Willis and Helena bid farewell to the grandparents.

After getting in the car, Willis helped Helena fasten her seatbelt in silence and started the car.

The two remained silent throughout the journey.

Upon reaching the Parvis family’s residence, Willis parked the car and turned off the engine.

Helena unfastened her seatbelt and said, “Drive home slowly.”

Willis did not respond. His handsome and noble face remained cold and expressionless, with thin lips slightly pursed, revealing no emotions.

“I’m going home.” Helena softly said, reaching to push the car door.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by Willis.

He didn’t look at her, gazing blankly ahead, and emotionlessly asked, “Have you truly decided?”

“Yeah, the prepared divorce agreement, I’ve already signed it. When you have time, sign it too. Bring your household register and ID on Monday morning, and we’ll go through the formalities.” Helena’s tone was unusually calm, calm beyond her age.

Only then did Willis turn his head, looking at her with an indistinct meaning, “Finally free?”

His voice was low, his perfectly curved lips slightly curled, a smile with a hint of coldness, more like self-mockery.

“Yeah,” Helena sighed gently, “finally free.”

No more enduring Susan’s contempt.

No need to endure Ryan’s mood swings.

That feeling of being despised and looked down upon was truly unbearable, like a thorn in the back.

Clearly, she hadn’t done anything wrong, but it felt like she had done many things wrong.

Willis smiled silently, gently placing her injured left hand in his palm. His fingers gently rubbed her middle finger and ring finger.

Helena remained still, letting him massage.

After massaging for a long time, he finally spoke, “I originally wanted to help you with rehabilitation. After all, you helped me with my legs for a full two years.”

Helena’s heart tightened, pain pulsating through it, yet she smiled and said, “You’ve given me so much money, something many people can’t earn in a lifetime, so you don’t have to feel indebted to me, really.”

Willis lowered his gaze to her, the smile gradually disappearing from his face.

He lifted his hand to cradle her head, touching foreheads with her. After a long time, he spoke in a low voice, “I really don’t want to part with you.”

Helena’s heart sharply ached, as if something had gripped it tightly, making her extremely uncomfortable. She really wanted to tell him: Don’t leave, let’s not part.

But thinking about what Ryan had said, that he chose her to be Willis’s wife because Susan went abroad and she happened to look like her.

This person could be her, or any other woman who resembled Susan.

Helena instantly felt less significant.

With any other woman, spending three years with Willis day and night, he would feel reluctant to let go.

It’s like raising a little cat or dog, suddenly lost. Surely there will be sadness for a while, but not long after, it will be forgotten. Occasionally, when you think about it, you just sigh.

Helena restrained herself from letting tears fall, gently touching his jaw, and smiling, she said, “It’s late, you should go back.”

Willis held her hand, “I’ll walk you downstairs.”

Helena didn’t refuse.

The two of them got out of the car and walked into the residential area.

The night breeze was slightly tipsy, tree shadows swayed, and the crescent moon hung in the sky like a wound.

In just a short distance, the two walked very slowly.

The shadows on the ground, pulled long by the pale streetlights, clearly in pairs but looking so lonely.

Neither of them spoke.

At times like this, anything said would feel superfluous.

When they reached downstairs, waiting until Helena’s figure completely disappeared, Willis turned around and left.

Back in the car, he picked up his phone, dialed his assistant’s number, and instructed, “You don’t need to find the person who hurt Susan’s left hand.”

The assistant, who had been pushing to find the person, was suddenly puzzled and asked, “Mr. Santana, what happened?”

“Nothing.” Willis hung up the phone.

The person who hurt Susan’s hand was undoubtedly Jay.

Once they divorced, it wouldn’t take long for Jay to return to Helena.

If he sent someone to hurt her beloved Jay, she would definitely hate him.

Willis didn’t want her to hate him.

Silently finishing a cigarette, he started the car.