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She let out a bitter laugh, mentally high-fiving Past Helen for making Present Helen’s life a complete dumpster fire.
“Why didn’t you tell him? Maybe he will accept you…”
“He would kill me. Or drag me to a clinic and make sure the baby never existed. Remember… he’s William Tupper’ enemy.”
Oscar’s expression went from annoyed to grim in an instant.
“Alright. Let’s drop it. Where are you now?”
“I’m somewhere safe. No one can find me here. I will tell you in time. But now… I need your help.”
“You want me to stop the trash news about you?” he guessed.
“No. Please don’t. If William Tupper suspects I have someone with your skills, he’ll know I’m not alone and can fight back. I don’t want that. Let it run. But you must ensure no recent photos of me show up anywhere. And that my new identity is safely hidden. No one connects it to my old name.”
“What’s your new name?”
“I’m using my mother’s last name. I’ll send you my ID. I also need a new bank account and for you to move my private funds there…”
She rattled off the rest of her instructions before finally ending the video call, leaning back on her chair with a sigh.
‘Congratulations, Elle. You’ve officially upgraded from ‘mild disaster’ to ‘classified mess.’
Helen stood from her seat and shut her laptop with a soft click. She was halfway to enjoying a warm shower when the doorbell rang.
She froze, eyes locked on the door.
‘Oh, perfect. A surprise guest? Who even knows I’m here?’
Her pulse quickened as Vincent Moretti’s face appeared in her mind.
Helen’s mind was a storm of one name, Vincent Moretti.
What if he already knew?
What if he had tracked her down to this quiet little hideout?
For a long moment, she stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the door like it might explode.
‘Did he find me through Aunt Martha?’
The thought flashed through her mind like a bad headline.
But no… Aunt Martha wasn’t connected to her work life. They’d met years ago under bizarre, sudden circumstances, and Aunt Martha wasn’t exactly the “accidentally sell you out to a billionaire enemy” type.
She was just about to ignore the doorbell when a faint, familiar voice carried through.
‘Oh, brilliant, Elle! Nearly had a heart attack over your own aunt. Very dignified.’
Relief loosened her shoulders as she hurried to the door.
There stood Aunt Martha, smiling warmly. Of course, she could access the fifth floor; she still had her keycard. She’d been the one to find this place for her in the first place.
“Aunty, sorry to keep you waiting,” Helen said, stepping aside.
“It’s fine, dear…”
Helen led her toward the living room, guilt nibbling at her.
“Aunty Martha, you don’t need to exhaust yourself to come here. I promised I’d visit later this afternoon.”
Not that she’s complaining, but Helen feels terrible about letting this old lady come here again after she did so many things for her in the last few days.
Instead of answering, Martha simply took Helen’s hands. She guided her to the sofa, as if she were about to break some terrible news.
One look at Martha’s worried eyes was enough for Helen to read her mind.
Still, she stayed quiet, letting Martha speak first.
“Elle, please… don’t go outside right now,” Martha said gently, her hands warm and steady over Helen’s, like she could physically keep her from doing something reckless. “It’s not safe. Too many people might recognize you. Just… stay here for a little while, okay?”
Helen couldn’t help but smile at that.
She guessed it right. Clearly, Aunty Martha had already seen the morning news; the Tupper family drama was still plastered all over TV and gossip sites like the world had nothing better to talk about.
“You saw it, didn’t you, Aunty?” Helen asked, her voice soft as a faint smile emerged on her lips.
“Yes,” Martha admitted as she gave Helen’s hand a gentle pat. “Elle, I’m so sorry for what happened to you.”
“Thank you, Aunty…” A faint smile tugged at Helen’s lips, more to ease Martha’s worry than anything else. “But you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I’m fine. Seriously… I’m fine now, Aunty.”
Martha gave a slight nod, as if she wanted to believe it.
“Elle, I don’t know why your father would do such terrible things to you… But I want you to know you are not alone.”
Her wrinkled hands closed around Helen’s, warm and steady.
“I’m here, as your real family, Elle. You can’t refuse me. Your blood runs through me. You’re my lifesaver. If you hadn’t donated your rare blood to me, I might not be here right now.”
As Martha’s eyes glistened with tears, Helen felt a quiet warmth settle in her chest.
Her mind drifted briefly to that first meeting in the hospital; Martha pale and bleeding, the nurses scrambling, and the shock of realizing they shared the same rare blood type.
“Aunty, you don’t have to say all that,” Helen whispers. “I’ve already thought of you as my real aunt. That’s why you were the first person I called when I needed help. So… thank you.”
Without warning, Helen found herself wrapped in Martha’s warm embrace.
“Thank you, Elle… I’m always grateful to have you… and grateful you chose to settle in this small town.”
When she felt the quiet tremor of Martha’s silent crying, Helen’s own eyes began to sting.
They stayed like that for a long moment before finally easing apart, their conversation flowing again.
This time, no tears fell.
They both knew this was a blessing; a Chapter worth cherishing, not mourning.
And then, casually, almost like mentioning the weather, Helen said, “Oh… and I’m pregnant, and want to keep the baby.”
Silence hung in the air.
Martha didn’t blink or breathe. Her hands froze in midair, eyes fixed on Helen as if the words had just exploded in the room.
The seconds dragged on.
Finally, Martha’s lips parted, her voice a soft, trembling whisper.
“Elle… oh, dear… I won’t ask anything about it. But I want you to know how happy I am to hear this. Congratulations, Elle…”
Relief spread through Helen. She’d been bracing herself for questions, maybe even judgment, but Martha’s calm acceptance was precisely what she needed.
“What are you going to do now, dear?” Martha asked.
“Not much. All I want to do is simply enjoy staying in this beautiful place, Auntie… and raise my baby in peace here.”
“Yes, yes, this is the right place for you, Elle. No worries, dear, I’ll help you,” Martha said warmly, patting her hand with affection.
“Thank you, Auntie.”
A small smile touched Martha’s lips, but it quickly faltered. The reminder that Helen had been kicked out of her family with nothing still weighed heavily on her.
“Oh, right… What about work? Do you have a plan for that?”
“I haven’t thought about it yet,” Helen admitted with a faint, wry smile. “But later, when they stop talking about me, I will find something to make me busy…”
She wasn’t in a rush. For now, she had enough money to live comfortably for a few years. The rest could wait until the storm settled.
Martha’s gaze lingered on her, concern deepening in the fine lines around her eyes.
Then, as if deciding something, she leaned forward. “Elle, when there’s no more news about you… Come to my cafe. You can help me there.”
Helen blinked.
“Oh, Auntie… you’re running a cafe now? Your very own cafe?” She had always thought Martha only owned her flower shop.
“Yes. I opened it myself. It’s a small cafe, just me and another staff member. I opened it about a year ago, right beside the flower shop. Anyway, a week ago, my staff quit unexpectedly, so now I’m juggling both. So you know where I’m going with this, right?”
The exhaustion was plain on Martha’s face.
But before Helen could respond, she quickly added, “But Elle, don’t feel pressured, dear… You don’t have to help. Just come if you feel lonely. And if you do help, I won’t pay you like an ordinary staff member. That would be an insult to you.”
Helen smiled. She didn’t mind working there.
Martha added, “Or… Elle… would you be my shareholder? You can invest…”
