The Divorcee Amazed the World

“Why would I make things difficult for Helena?” Jenny furrowed her brows and asked.

Willis, without showing any emotion, said, “You know your personality.”

Jenny didn’t say anything. She directly hung up the phone, opened WeChat, and sent him a location.

Returning the phone to Helena, she chuckled self-mockingly, “The brat actually thought that if I was looking for him, it was to make things difficult for him. Do I really seem like such an evil mother-in-law?”

Helena, recalling the confrontation between Jenny and Susan at the Hermès store earlier, recognized the significant impact of Jenny’s words. But since it was directed at Susan, Helena found it satisfying and even moving.

She smiled, “No, you’re the most beautiful mother-in-law.”

Jenny’s anger turned into amusement, “That brat, even though his wife is on the verge of leaving because of him, I kindly tried to help him pacify his wife. But what does he do? He doesn’t recognize the goodwill of good people.”

Helena now understood everything.

Certainly, it was either his grandmother or Nancy who had said something to Jenny. That’s why, despite her usually cold demeanor, Jenny had come to give her a bag and a dress upon her return to China.

Helena felt genuinely surprised and cherished.

In families like the Santana family, which belonged to the upper class, they always emphasized the compatibility of social status.

In the past, when Willis couldn’t stand and sat in a wheelchair, essentially a disabled person, they were considered a somewhat suitable match.

Now that Willis’s legs were better, he had returned to the company as the CEO of the Santana Group, a listed corporation, commanding attention and respect.

Helena, even with her skill in restoring ancient paintings, lacked the support of a prestigious family, making her influence limited.

She herself felt this way, let alone others.

So, Susan, who had the status of a wealthy heiress, would boldly provoke her time and again.

It didn’t take long for Willis to arrive.

Pushing the door open, he stood at the entrance, scanning the coffee shop.

When he saw Helena, he strode over, grabbed her hand, pulled her up from the chair, and said in a deep voice, “Let’s go.”

Helena pulled her hand back, looked up at him, and smiled, “Go where? I’m having a good time chatting with Mom.”

She pointed to the bags and gift box on the table, “These are all gifts from Mom.”

Willis’s expression eased slightly. He asked, “She didn’t say anything that made you uncomfortable, did she?”

“No, Mom is very kind to me.”

Willis raised an eyebrow slightly, “You’re not lying to me?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“As long as you’re not lying, we can leave after finishing the coffee.”

“I’ve barely had a chance to catch up with Mom,” Helena said, not particularly eager to leave.

Holding her coffee, Jenny smiled and said, “You better go with him. If you don’t leave soon, he might be cursing me in his heart.”

Helena laughed, “He wouldn’t dare.”

Jenny scolded Willis with a glance, “You don’t understand. Men, after marrying their wives, forget their mothers. Now, in his eyes, there’s only you as his wife, and where’s his mother?”

Although it was a complaining remark, it made Helena laugh.

As she laughed, a trace of sadness crept into her heart. How wonderful it would be if what Jenny said was true.

On the last day of the month.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It was Jenny’s birthday.

In the evening, Helena changed into the blue starry sky dress Jenny had given her and meticulously applied light makeup. She was then driven to the Santana family.

The villa was brightly lit.

The spacious and bright living room, with its nine-meter-high ceiling, was beautifully decorated. The luxurious long table was filled with various high-end buffet dishes, delicacies from both land and sea, a variety of drinks, fruits, and exquisite desserts.

Male guests were dressed in suits with ties, while female guests wore a variety of evening gowns, adorned with pearls and jewels.

Everyone raised their glasses, toasted, and chatted, making the atmosphere lively.

Jenny, who appeared calm and cold on the outside, was adept at socializing. She shuttled through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries, laughing and chatting, showing great versatility.

It was Helena’s first time celebrating such a lovely birthday since she married into the Santana family.

Before, when Willis had his car accident and couldn’t stand on his legs, the entire Santana family was shrouded in a shadow.