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.

the whole time and she would need a thorough examination when

that she did not have a relapse, the doctor suggested she be discharged from the hospital.It would be better for her recuperation if she went home

parcel we've received.We took it back from your mother.Here you

me an envelope, and I took it

away, my

ashes were not

my mother

my father, I sometimes

so I had nothing to

father's belongings.He

he asked the doctor

don't know.There's no

not want to show him my father's suicide note, so I made up

more questions.He just pulled me to a

I ruined our

honeymoon trip in his hectic schedule.We were supposed to take wedding photos too, but we

me in his tight embrace and

a lot of time.There'll

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

was holding me in his arms, exhaustion and anxiety came

my eyes to sleep.Not

mother had calmed down, her eyes seemed empty as if she were a soulless

was cooperative of the doctor's instructions.I waited outside the door, clutching my father's

to have pierced through my heart, and

letter and recalled tragic memories of the past.I did not have the

hatred towards him, believing that

in my heart, his death was not enough to atone

my father's kindness.I forced myself to hate

was hidden in my memory, surged out like tidal waves.I leaned against

ask me what had

later, the doctor came out of my mother's