Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen's POV: 

Early in the morning on the weekend, George drove me to the hospital to pick up my mother.I spoke with the doctor to see if I could take her home for recuperation.

The doctor thought it wasn't a good idea to discharge my mother from the hospital at this time.

Although my mother had almost recovered, I still couldn't take her care lightly..

With the kind of mental disease that she had, she could relapse at any moment.So I decided to just pick her up and take her home on weekends as we had planned before.

On the way home, my mother and I sat in the backseat while George drove.My mom kept looking at George and then at me, seemingly lost in thought.I hadn't figured out how to define the relationship that existed between me and George.I had once made my mind to break up with him, but because of my mental condition, he appeared again in my life, and I grew dependent on him.

It was hard for me to say what George and I were to each other.

We were clearly way past being just friends, but at the same time, we were not lovers.

In my opinion, we were not quite there yet.My mother was being much calmer than I had anticipated.She was very quiet the entire trip.She didn’t ask any questions or make any comments.

When we were about to reach our destination, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, “Are Libby and Jane causing trouble for you?" 

"No.”

Jane went abroad.

Libby went to Philly to visit her family." I knew my mother was worried, so Ianswered honestly.

“Okay,” my mother said.

After that, she didn’t ask anything more.

Soon, George pulled over in front of the apartment building.I didn't invite him in because my mother was with me.

"Thank you so much for today." 

After saying that, I took my mother’s hand and led her to my place.

George didn't follow me, but my mother repeatedly looked back at him.

When we entered the elevator, George was still standing there.My mother smiled at him.

George returned her smile and nodded politely to her.

me and asked curiously,

at work last year.Now he's one of my

entered my place, my mother asked, "Client? Is he the one Jane likes? Jane and Libby came to the hospital last time and they told me that you

couldn’t help heaving

power of observation to

piece all that together, Mom?"

won't do any of those things.Will an ordinary high school friend accompany you to a psychiatric hospital? Can he

stroked my hair and explained in a soft voice, “I have been wondering why Libbyand Jane suddenly came to

time, we hadn't seen

was when they took your father’s money

expecting them to

at the hospital for an entire week.” I listened

scared I got.So I began to worry about you.What if you run into them and they bully you? The more I thought

my mom finished her last sentence, I felt a lump in

grown-up now.I'm no longer that girl that others used to bully." My mother rubbed

came to me before, but now I have an

hatred for Libby and Jane had been buried in her heart for more than a

that she could finally let it

explained to her the relationship

has a deep relationship with Jane.They studied abroad together, started their own business,

glance.She looked into my eyes and asked, "And what about you? Do

him? Of course I liked him.I had

subway platform to save my life without

been imprinted in my mind since it happened,

still felt warm

him, don't you?" my mother pressed, as if taking my

I do,” I admitted,

if you like him,

long as I'm with you, if you like something, just go get it without worrying about those who also

that bastard, used to ask you to

was stupid and selfish.I only cared about my dignity and pretended to be generous in front of him, which

forward, I will treat you as such by letting you make your own choices.” “I know, Mom.I won't give in to Jane again." I curled into a ball on the sofa

fell asleep.I felt relaxed because of my mother's touch and presence.I didn’t know how

woke up,

the kitchen, and from

kitchen only to find George there,cooking while having a seemingly enjoyable conversation with my mother.He was

when he was cooking, he looked dignified and elegant.He was talking to my mother with a smile on his