Chapter 602: The Worlds Of The Two Families


    Helen’s POV:


    I had no idea how I managed to walk out of the meeting room. Right now, I was unsteady on my feet,


    and I felt as if I were stepping on cotton. What was Jane doing here? Why did she have toe back


    after all this time? I could not even remember thest time I saw her. I had thought that pain and


    resentment would fade away with time, and I could finally move on. But when I saw Jane again, I


    realized that my grievances were still there, imprinted in my heart. I could still remember everything as if


    it had just happened yesterday. In the elevator, I could hear the employees gossiping to one another.


    “Did you see the woman beside Mr. Affleck? I heard that she is Jane Campbell, AKA, the mysterious


    product designer.”


    “Oh my God! She is Jane Campbell? I never expected that she would be such a beauty. She’s so


    perfect! She has an elegant temperament, and she looks stunning. Oh, and her body? It’s well-


    proportioned. She’s like a model!”


    “I thought she would be just another boring woman. You know, like any other product designers. I didn’t


    expect her to be so pretty.”


    “Actually, the gossip chat room of ourpany has found her background. Apparently, she and George


    were childhood friends and even studied abroad together. They also took up the same major. After


    graduating from college, they started a business. It seems that George was closer to Jane than


    Boswell!”


    “Oh my. I’m sure she’ll be the president’s future wife.”


    “No wonder I didn’t see Lucy after New Year’s Day. Rumor has it that she’s George’s girlfriend. It turns


    out that she’s just a mistress. Now that his real girlfriend has shown up, she probably has no face to


    show in thepany anymore.”


    Jane’s name rang in my ears again and again. I just watched as the number on the screen changed,


    indicating which floor I was on. How I hoped that the doors of the elevator would soon open. I wanted to


    get away from her and everything that reminded me of her. Every second that I was in the elevator


    listening to the employees’ gossip was torture. I wished to get the hell out of here as soon as possible,


    but time seemed to have slowed down


    Meanwhile, my phone beeped relentlessly It was messages from George


    “What’s wrong?” “Are you sick?” “Where are you?”


    I looked at the messages popping on the screen. For some reason, my vision slowly became blurry. The


    world seemed to be coated with ayer of a blurred filter. A few secondster, it gradually turned into


    Jane’s face. The instant the doors of the elevator opened, I turned my phone off, exited the building, and


    went to the subway station. Since it was not rush hour, there were many empty seats on the subway.


    I just found myself a seat and sat down. I was so immersed in my thoughts that I did not notice how


    many stops I had passed.


    Thest time I saw Jane was at the gate of Phdelphia High. “Helen, I’m just taking back what belongs


    to me,” she said.


    At that time, Jane was thinner than she was now. Because of this, people always took pity on her and felt


    the need to protect her. But it was only a facade. Little did everyone know, she was stronger and more


    vicious than


    1.


    I never won against her. Practically, when we fought in the past, I only scratched her face while she


    chose to hit my vital parts. I didn’t bring much pain to her but she let me suffer in an undetected way.


    Obviously, I got scolded a lot when I was a child. Even my own mother defended her and warned me not


    toy a finger on Jane. As for my father, he always apologized on my behalf and gave Jane a peace


    offering.


    At a young age, I realized how unfair the world was. My father would rather believe a stranger, and my


    mother never sided with me. As a result, 1 grew up bottling up all my hatred and resentment. Every time


    I had a conflict with Jane, my father never defended me. He would always ask me to apologize, even if I


    did nothing wrong.


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    As if the trauma of having nobody sided with me was not enough, something unexpected happened. I


    could never forget the day when Jane and her mother, Libby Campbell, attended my father’s funeral.


    They did not even spare me and my mother a nce. Before the two of us could even react, Jane knelt


    in front of my father’s portrait and called him “Dad”. For a moment, I could not breathe. In the past few


    years, the memory of Jane crawling on the ground and crying her eyes out with my father’s portrait in her


    arms haunted me at night.


    Libby cried as well. She must have been so heartbroken that she couldn’t stand straight. She looked as if


    she was on the verge of breaking down. “Bob, you’re so selfish’ How am I supposed to live on when


    you’ve left us?!”


    The scene was insane. My mother and I were at a loss. We could not figure out what those two were


    doing


    At first, I even thought they were crying at the wrong person


    Three dayster, Libby came to our house with the paternity test report. It was then that I found out that


    Jane was my father’s love child and that they had another home.


    My mother and I did not want to believe it. However, Libby took out a yellowing album from her bag and


    put it on the tea table for us to see. In it were photos which showed my father holding Jane’s hand and


    Libby’s. They were looking into the camera with beaming smiles. If others could see it, they would think


    that they were a happy family.


    My father was in every photo with Jane when she was a baby up to when she reached high school. He


    looked so affectionate in them. I had never seen him look at me like the way he looked at Jane. I used to


    think that my father was a reserved man. It was just that he was not good at expressing his feelings.


    But it turned out that I was only making excuses for myself. Those photos were proof that he never cared


    about me at all. This sudden realization was like a sharp knife, which revealed the bloody reality in front


    of me. He was hard on me because he had already given his softest parts to his other child.


    My mom was so mad that she passed out. 1, on the other hand, just felt as if a boulder was pressing on


    my chest and trapping me in a muddy swamp. The more I struggled, the deeper I sank. I wanted to ask


    my father why he betrayed me and my mother. Also, I wanted to know in all those years if he ever felt


    guilty whenever he came back home to us after being with his other family. How could he put my mother


    and me in such a miserable situation? Sadly, he was dead.


    Getting the answer I wanted was impossible. When my mother woke up again, she trampled my father’s


    portrait into pieces and flushed his ashes into the toilet. What was the use, though? My father took the


    answer to his grave. Later, Libby came to us again.


    “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I’ve been suffering for years. As a mother, I can’t let Jane suffer


    the same way I did she could only call Bob ‘Dad’ in secret and pretend that she did not know him in front


    of other people. Now that he’s gone, we just want to say goodbye, and I want Jane to call him ‘Dad just


    like Helen does.”


    It was casy for her to say. Since my father was dead, Libby’s motives finally surfaced. She and Janc


    came to fight for the family property.


    “I’ve consulted with awyer. The child out of wedlock is also the first her to the wheritance”


    My mother seemed to have snapped back to reality upon hearing this “Bob only left us this house,” she


    said through grilled teeth


    “Boy is thrifty He should have some savings,” Libby calmly replied


    In a fit of anger, my mother stood up and bellowed, “Shame on you! Do you have any idea how much


    money he gave me in the past few years? You know where he actually spent all his money. You don’t


    have a job. Who had been supporting you and Jane all these years? Should I go to the court to sue you


    and take back the house you’re now living?” My mother was just an ountant. She had never fought


    for anything all her life. But for my sake and her dignity, she did as she said.


    Unfortunately, after the investigation, it was found that Libby and Jane’s house was not under their name


    at all, but under Libby’s brother. To make things worse, it was impossible to find out whether or not my


    father paid for it. It turned out that they had had everything under control and even left a way out for


    themselves


    My mother and I were fooled. And in the end, we got nothing. Sometimeter, Jane went abroad to


    study. Libby emigrated as well. While the two were having avish lifestyle, my mother and I lived a hard


    life. The worlds of our families were different from each other.