Chapter 719: Threatening Him


    Erin''s POV:


    Even after I left the mental hospital and went back to my residence in New York, my body was still


    trembling in anger.I took out my phone and sent a message to George.


    "If you don''t divorce Helen, you will lose me."


    He didn''t reply.


    "We''ve never asked anything from you since you were a child.We even permitted you to study abroad


    or start your own business.Can''t you think of the Affleck family for once when you decide to get


    married? Your grandfather was so mad yesterday that he got rushed to the hospital.Are you happy to


    destroy your family over a woman?"


    I typed furiously and then hit send.My head was spinning, so I leaned against the sofa, gasping for


    breath to calm myself down.


    After a while, I still had not received a single response from George.I itched to throw another message


    at him.


    "Did you know that Helen''s mother is a psychiatric patient? Their family didn''t even tell you about


    it.They must have conspired from the start.Mental illnesses can be hereditary.Do you want your child to


    inherit that in the future?"


    For three generations, the Affleck family had always been impable.I would not tolerate such a


    messy family as Helen''s.


    He had to divorce her! No matter what it might take, I would never allow that woman to marry into the


    Affleck family.


    Unlike before, George quickly answered, "Helen has never hidden her mother''s condition to me.I knew


    it from the very beginning.If it''s hereditary, that’s still no problem because in that case we won''t be


    having any children."


    Reading it brought chills down to my spine.I checked it several times to see if he was kidding.He was


    not.


    How could he willingly give up our precious bloodline for someone like Helen? He was being ridiculous


    and irrational.


    What did Helen do to him that made him even drop the idea of having children of his own? I sent a


    voice message to George, quivering, "Your love for her has blinded you.You''re a hopeless case!"


    It was as if cold water sshed all over me.My hands and feet were cold from exhaustion.


    George had been independent since he was a kid.


    He was usually too stubborn to follow his family''s wishes, and we always just respected his decisions,


    partly because I could do nothing to him.


    Now he still had something on Morton.We had to talk about it after the election, so I needed to be


    careful in case George would do something extreme.


    The maid prepared some tea for me.


    Drinking it helped me rx, its warmth taking over me.


    "Is there any cake you baked this morning?"


    "Yes.Do you want to have some now?" the maid asked.


    I instructed in a low voice, "No.Pack it up instead and apany me to George''s ce."


    "Oh, you''ll visit Mr.George? Should we tell him in advance? Won''t he get upset if we pop in there


    unannounced?" The maid stopped, hesitating in fear of annoying me further.


    I sneered, "Do I need to inform my son ahead of time when I drop by his home? Who made that rule? If


    I don''t go there now, who knows what Helen might have already told George about me?"


    After all, such a lowly woman would only cry in front of men to gain sympathy, selling her miserable


    experience.I knew the likes of that filthy woman.


    "Then I''ll pack it up right away."


    Once I arrived at my son''s home, my mood turned sour when Helen opened the door.George was


    cooking in the kitchen.


    From the looks of it, he had done it all the time.


    Anyway, as his mother, I had never tried any of the food George cooked.


    When I was herest time, Helen admitted she couldn''t cook.


    Did that mean my son had to so all the housework like cooking and cleaning? I could feel my blood


    boiling at the thought, so I red at Helen.


    George was my only son.We raised him to have a privileged lifestyle.


    How could she have him do chores for her like a mere servant? The maid was in disbelief, rushing to


    my son''s aid.


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    "Mr.George, let me do it."


    Only then did George turn around to look at me, stumped while still holding a knife in his hand.


    He implored, "Why are you here?"


    "This is the cake I made this morning.I delivered it to you because I remember that you liked it very


    much when you were still little,"I exined, winking at the maid.


    "Mr.George, I''ll take care of the kitchen.Go and attend to your mother.She even arranged a flight to see


    you."


    The maid took out the cake.


    George nced at me indifferently without a word.


    I then sat on the sofa in the living room.


    Brushing my eyes sideways at Helen, I wondered if she had shared with George about my visit to the


    mental hospital.It was such a precious opportunity.


    I wouldn''t be surprised if Helen seized it to discredit me in front of George.


    However, she had been so polite that no one could find a single w in her.I couldn''t tell what she was


    thinking.I scoffed internally.


    Helen was a scheming woman, no doubt.


    The atmosphere was heavy, so I broke the silence and mentioned, "The environment of the hospital


    where Helen''s mother stays isn''t quite conducive.Let me arrange a better amodation for her."


    "My mother asked me to thank you for visiting her today.Your stay was quite brief, and so she didn''t


    have much time to talk with you.She wanted to have dinner together sometime in the future so we can


    all talk properly."


    The faint smile on her face made me sick to my stomach.


    How I wished I could stay away from them! They even had the nerve to invite me over for a meal?!


    Who did they think they were? Did they deserve my presence to grace their measly dinner? lifted my


    chin proudly and ignored her.


    "Mom, the hospital is a great choice already.They have real-time monitoring in her ward twenty-four-


    seven.It''s very safe," George assured me.


    I was not happy to see my son defend Helen like this, but I controlled myself.


    The maid soon came out of the kitchen once she was done cooking and asked us to gather in the


    dining area to eat.


    With that, our conversation ended.


    Although we failed to make things clear, the three of us had reached a tacit understanding to maintain


    our seemingly harmonious rtionship.


    None of us dared to ruin our current situation.


    Of course, there would still be conflicts, but it still wouldn''t hurt to acknowledge that we were doing


    better than expected.


    After dinner, I noticed their luggage, which reminded me of their uing honeymoon n.I became


    more irritated.


    Holding myself back, I chatted casually with my son, and unfortunately, Helen, for a while and then left


    with the maid.


    On our way back, the maid kept singing praises for Helen and bbered, "Madam, I think Helen is a


    good girl.She is beautiful and sensible.She knows you don''t like her, yet she didn''t make it a big deal,


    which makes her much better than many youngdies from affluent families.Sometimes, the more you


    object, the more they resist and the better their rtionship will be.If you let them be, they may


    eventually find they aren''tpatible at all.They just got married, and they love each other most


    now.You can''t separate those two that easily."


    I was too drained to entertain the maid''s musings.Soon enough, I fell asleep in the car.