Chapter 724: The Answer To My Question


    Helen''s POV:


    "Why did you give the package to my mother? You should know, among all people, that she can''t be


    stimted."


    "W-we didn''t give it to your mother.She took it when we weren''t looking.We strictly follow your order.We


    nned 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 cane 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 hisputer 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.


    ording to the doctor, my mother had been sleeping the whole time and she would need a thorough


    examination when she woke up.


    If it was confirmed that she did not have a rpse, the doctor suggested she be discharged from the


    hospital.It would be better for her recuperation if she went home rather than stay in confinement.


    "This is the parcel we''ve received.We took it back from your mother.Here you are."


    The doctor handed me an envelope, and I took it with my trembling hands.


    After my father had passed away, my mother burned all his belongings.


    Even his ashes were not spared.


    And sometimeter, my mother took me out of Philly.


    Although I hated my father, I sometimes still missed him.


    Sadly, he had no possessions left, so I had nothing tomemorate him.


    George had no idea that it was my father''s belongings.He reached out to take it from me, but I refused.


    "Who sent these things?" he asked the doctor coldly.


    "I don''t know.There''s no sender details on it."


    "It''s from a friend of my mother," I lied.иσν???вσσк.￠σмI did not want to show him my father''s suicide


    note, so I made up an excuse.


    George did not ask any more questions.He just pulled me to a bench in the corridor and waited with me


    until dawn.


    "Sorry, I ruined our honeymoon," I solemnly said.


    I felt guilty and sorry for George.It was difficult to squeeze the honeymoon trip in his hectic


    schedule.We were supposed to take wedding photos too, but we returned before we could fulfill any of


    our ns.


    George wrapped me in his tight embrace andfortingly patted me on the back.


    "It''s okay.We still have a lot of time.There''ll be next time."


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


    And now that my husband was holding me in his arms, exhaustion and anxiety came crashing to me all


    at once.


    With that, I leaned against his chest and closed my eyes to sleep.Not long after, the attending doctor


    came to do the examination.


    Although my mother had calmed down, her eyes seemed empty as if she were a soulless puppet.


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


    father''s letter tightly.


    A sharp knife seemed to have pierced through my heart, and it was excruciating.


    My mom must have be like this because she had seen Dad''s letter and recalled tragic memories


    of the past.I did not have the courage to open it, nor could I bring myself to think about what the letter


    said.


    Since my father passed away, I had been full of hatred towards him, believing that he had betrayed me


    and my mother.


    And in my heart, his death was not enough to atone for his sins.


    Over the years, I did not try to recall my father''s kindness.I forced myself to hate him so as to distract


    myself from his betrayal and suicide.


    However, when I was on the ind, Jane''s words made me see the other side of my father.His love for


    me, which was hidden in my memory, surged out like tidal waves.I leaned against George''s chest and


    tears streamed down my face, wetting his shirt.


    He did not ask me what had happened and just held me tighter.


    A few momentster, the doctor came out of my mother''s ward after doing the routine check-up.


    "The patient did not rpse, but her moed is still unstable.I''d like to keep her under observation for a


    few days.You can send her home once she recovers."


    "Doctor, can I stay here for a while to keep herpany?" I anxiously asked.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    "I wouldn''t rmend it.It won''t be helpful for her recovery with family around."


    I did not want to leave my mother alone in the hospital, but what the doctor had said made sense.I had


    to leave so she could soon recover.


    Before leaving, I held my mother''s hand and said, "Mom, listen to the doctor, okay? I''ll take you home


    when you get better."


    Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes.


    Suddenly, she hugged me tight, and I could not help but cry as well.I was aware that my mother had


    neverpletely recovered.


    Her emotions would amplify with even the minimal stimtion.She must have been carrying a heavy


    burden in her heart all these years.иσν???вσσк.￠σм


    There was no doubt that my father had hurt her too much.


    When we arrived home, I took the envelope into the study and locked the door.


    Then, without further ado, I opened it.


    My and my mother''s name were written on it.


    My father must Fave left it before hemitted suicide.


    He had asked Libby to give it to us, but she did not do so for obvious reasons.


    Inside the envelope were a diary and two letters, one of which was for my mom and the other for me.I


    opened my letter and saw my father''s note for me.


    "Helen, I''ve wronged you, and I''m too ashamed to face you, so I''m leaving.You''ve always been my


    favorite daughter and my pride and joy.I''m sorry for what I''ve done to you and your mother.In another


    life, I hope I could still be your father."


    I burst into tears.I had not been able to ept my father''s sudden death even after all these years.


    He left just like that, leaving only suffering and the pain of being betrayed.


    For years, I wondered if my father had ever felt guilty of doing this to us.


    Who did he love more: Jane or me? Now that I had read his letter, I finally got the answer to the


    question I had been asking myself for along time.