Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen's POV:

"Why did you give the package to my mother? You should know, among all people, that she can't be stimulated."

"W-we didn't give it to your mother.She took it when we weren't looking.We strictly follow your order.We planned to call you first to confirm if we could give the package to your mother.If you say no, we won't hand it to her."

"We've sedated your mother, and she has calmed down.But I still hope you can come to the hospital as soon as possible."

I hung up the phone and rushed back to the hotel.Then, I went straight to George's study.His meeting should be over by now.

Thankfully, it was.

When I walked in, he had just turned his computer off.

When he saw me standing there with worry and apprehension written all over my face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"George, please book a flight to New York this instant.We have to go back there immediately."

"What happened? Don't worry.You can tell me anything."

George took out his phone and booked the tickets as he spoke.

"The doctor called and said that my mother was in poor condition.I have to see her ASAP," I reasoned out, but it was not entirely the truth.

I did not mention my father to George.

Right now, the most important thing to do was to return to New York to visit my mother.I had no way of knowing whether or not what Jane had told me was the truth, so I decided not to tell George about it.

At least, not yet.

If my father had a history with his father, George should have found out about it long ago.

If that was the case, it meant that he had kept it a secret from me and his family.I could not imagine the stress he would suffer if this matter was exposed.I was sad and, at the same time, moved.

George had always shielded me from negative news and made sure I had nothing to worry about.It was already early in the morning when we finally arrived at the hospital.

whole time and she would

have a relapse, the doctor suggested she be discharged from the hospital.It would be better for

is the parcel we've received.We took it back

me an envelope, and I

had passed away, my mother

his ashes were

later, my mother took me

father, I sometimes

left, so I

idea that it was my father's belongings.He reached out to take it from me,

he asked the doctor

no sender details on

friend of my mother," I lied.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмI did not want to

questions.He just pulled me to

ruined our honeymoon," I solemnly

guilty and sorry for George.It was difficult to squeeze the honeymoon trip in his hectic schedule.We were supposed to take wedding photos too, but we returned before

tight embrace and comfortingly patted me on

lot of time.There'll be next

day, George and I hurried home by plane.I was on the verge

me in his arms, exhaustion and

leaned against his chest and closed my eyes to

eyes seemed empty as if she

cooperative of the doctor's instructions.I waited outside the

knife seemed to have pierced through my

had seen Dad's letter and recalled tragic memories of the past.I did not have the courage to open it, nor could I bring myself

had been full of hatred towards him, believing that

my heart, his death was not enough

years, I did not try to recall my father's kindness.I forced myself to hate him so as to distract myself from his betrayal

Jane's words made me see the other side of my father.His love for me, which was hidden in my memory, surged out like tidal waves.I leaned against George's chest

ask me what had

came out of my mother's ward after