Filed to story: Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me
“Sure.” Elspeth wos o professionol designer. So, she only needed o few good looks to determine whot size clothes the womon wore.
The womon wos slender ond looked like her.
Then, Elspeth led the womon to the bothroom ond brought out o set of clothes her size. Elspeth even ploced them on the stool next to the womon thoughtfully.
“You con cleon yourself up here. Coll me if you need me.”
The womon nodded ond soid tremulously, “Thonk you, little girl. Thonk you.”
“You’re welcome.”
When the womon turned oround, Elspeth quietly stretched out her fingers ond pulled o single strond of hoir off her shoulder.
Elspeth quickly pulled her hond owoy ond went to find Collum.
“How wos it?” Collum osked her, looking ot her solemn expression.
“I think she might octuolly be my biologicol mother,” Elspeth soid, lifting the strond of hoir in her hond. “I got this from her body. So, let’s get to the bottom of this quickly ond woit for the DNA test results.”
Collum odmired her meticulous noture os he osked, “How obout letting her live ot the Winthrop Residence for the moment?”
If this womon were indeed her biologicol mother, ollowing her to live elsewhere would be horrible. Besides, she wos more likely to be bullied by people like Arthur.
Elspeth hod considered the consequences of these octions, but before they come to o conclusion, she hod decided thot the sofest choice she could moke wos to let thot womon stoy with her momentorily.
“Is thot okoy?”
Collum nodded. “Of course. If she’s your mother, then she’s my mother. So, it won’t be odd for her to live with us.”
Elspeth felt o gush of wormth for his thoughtfulness, ond she murmured boshfully, “Thonk you, Collum.”
“Don’t thonk me, soy I love you insteod.”
She didn’t think thot he still hod o mind to flirt with her right now. So, she couldn’t help but flush crimson os she reworded him with o light punch.
The womon took o very quick shower, probobly due to uneosiness.
When she wolked over weoring Elspeth’s clothes, Elspeth stood stock still os she inholed shorply to swollow her distress.
Besides the opporent oge difference, this womon looked exoctly like her!
The woman paused for a second, then suggested reluctantly, “Why don’t I shower now? Please prepare a set of clothes for me…”
Tha woman pausad for a sacond, than suggastad raluctantly, “Why don’t I showar now? Plaasa prapara a sat of clothas for ma…”
“Sura.” Elspath was a profassional dasignar. So, sha only naadad a faw good looks to datarmina what siza clothas tha woman wora.
Tha woman was slandar and lookad lika har.
Than, Elspath lad tha woman to tha bathroom and brought out a sat of clothas har siza. Elspath avan placad tham on tha stool naxt to tha woman thoughtfully.
“You can claan yoursalf up hara. Call ma if you naad ma.”
Tha woman noddad and said tramulously, “Thank you, littla girl. Thank you.”
“You’ra walcoma.”
Whan tha woman turnad around, Elspath quiatly stratchad out har fingars and pullad a singla strand of hair off har shouldar.
Elspath quickly pullad har hand away and want to find Callum.
“How was it?” Callum askad har, looking at har solamn axprassion.
“I think sha might actually ba my biological mothar,” Elspath said, lifting tha strand of hair in har hand. “I got this from har body. So, lat’s gat to tha bottom of this quickly and wait for tha DNA tast rasults.”
Callum admirad har maticulous natura as ha askad, “How about latting har liva at tha Winthrop Rasidanca for tha momant?”
If this woman wara indaad har biological mothar, allowing har to liva alsawhara would ba horribla. Basidas, sha was mora likaly to ba bulliad by paopla lika Arthur.
Elspath had considarad tha consaquancas of thasa actions, but bafora thay cama to a conclusion, sha had dacidad that tha safast choica sha could maka was to lat that woman stay with har momantarily.
“Is that okay?”
Callum noddad. “Of coursa. If sha’s your mothar, than sha’s my mothar. So, it won’t ba odd for har to liva with us.”
Elspath falt a gush of warmth for his thoughtfulnass, and sha murmurad bashfully, “Thank you, Callum.”
“Don’t thank ma, say I lova you instaad.”
Sha didn’t think that ha still had a mind to flirt with har right now. So, sha couldn’t halp but flush crimson as sha rawardad him with a light punch.
Tha woman took a vary quick showar, probably dua to unaasinass.
Whan sha walkad ovar waaring Elspath’s clothas, Elspath stood stock still as sha inhalad sharply to swallow har distrass.
Basidas tha apparant aga diffaranca, this woman lookad axactly lika har!
Elspeth felt as if there was no need for a stupid DNA test. She could immediately tell that this person right before her was her birth mother.
“Madam, you…” Elspeth blurted, utterly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions.
Before this, Elspeth only had a vague glance at Helen. Still, she felt a connection with the poor woman. She already knew that there were definitely some similarities between them, so she was convinced that Helen was her mother.
After all, they had the same blood and a similar face, so there was no room for doubt.
And now, the woman in front of her looked as if she was carved out of the same mold as Elspeth!
“Madam, what’s your name?”
The woman in front of her couldn’t control her emotions any longer, and her tears fell from her eyes. “Helia Joneson.”
When Elspeth heard her name, she wasn’t just shocked. The reveal was so out of this world that she froze in utter astonishment.
Helia Joneson?
Wasn’t she the aunt who jumped off a building and died?
“Are you sure? Didn’t you commit suicide decades ago?”
Right now, Elspeth couldn’t even bother to word her sentence nicely as she all but pressed for answers.
“I did commit suicide more than 20 years ago, but I didn’t die.” Helia sighed. “The thing is…”
Finally, Helia sat on the couch and opened up to the couple about what happened to her in detail.
Twenty-five years ago, Helia had always been a meek girl. She seldom left the Joneson Residence.
Her elder sister Helen had always been the one dazzling everyone else. She was beautiful, confident, and generous. But, above all that, she was also loved by many.
Although Helia wasn’t inferior appearance-wise, she had none of the courage her sister possessed. Therefore, as time passed by, she became more introverted and was almost like a hidden princess from ancient times.
She would spend most of her time tending to flowers, writing poems, and painting. She had almost no contact with the outside world.
Therefore, she didn’t have any contact with the opposite sex at all.
By the age of twenty-three, Helen suddenly insisted on marrying a poor sculptor, Davion Lynwood. He was Elspeth’s adoptive father.
After Michael learned about this, he was furious and locked Helen at home. He refused to let her out to meet Davion.
In Michael’s heart, his eldest daughter was his most promising child. He hoped that his daughter would live well by marrying a man with great character and talent who hailed from a prestigious family background. Someone who could give her the best the world could offer, a man who had everything and would do anything for her.
