Chapter 118
Chapter 118:
“But you shouldn’t see her again,” Alden said firmly, making it clear there was no room for debate. “From this moment, keep your distance from the Simpson family p>
He regretted not issuing this command sooner, before she suffered any harm.
A flash of anger crossed Helena’s normally composed face. “Why shouldn’t I p>
“They’re causing you harm,” Alden replied simply.
It was self-evident.
Perplexed by her anger, Alden attempted to reassure her, saying, “Rest assured, they will not trouble you further.” Albert was securely protected now. The Simpson family’s influence had waned. They were destined to vanish from the social circles of Cheson, becoming mere footnotes in history.
“Alden, I overheard your conversation with Emily on the phone.” Helena’s eyes fluttered as she fought the urge to cry.
“You consented to the divorce,” she said each word with painful clarity.
A wave of tightness constricted Alden’s heart.
Now he grasped the reason for her recent aloofness and silence.
“No, I haven’t signed anything,” he replied, maintaining his composure despite the distress visible in his eyes. “Helena, if I were ever to agree to a divorce, I would discuss it directly with you, not through intermediaries. Only I have the authority to end our marriage.” His words carried an undeniable authority.
And Helena understood that he spoke the truth. She was the one who had pleaded with Alden to let her take Emily’s place as his bride.
At that moment, Helena felt her confidence shatter.
However, Alden was determined to confront the issue.
“Why didn’t you inform me when Emily visited you at our home?” He tilted her face up gently, ensuring she looked into his eyes.
Alden’s intense demeanor sent a chill through Helena, sparking her own anger. “Must I remind you, Mr. Wilson, that you have just as many secrets as I do p>
Before she could finish, Alden’s lips were on hers, kissing her passionately and without reservation.
Helena’s eyes flew open in surprise. Alden’s face was inches away, his eyes deep with a turbulent mix of emotions.
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“If all you have for me are those words, after I almost lost you, then spare me any more p>
Alden set his cochlear implant aside, and before Helena could say anything, their lips met again in a passionate, intense exchange. This time, Alden kissed her with unprecedented force, as if trying to memorize her every feature.
Just then, a persistent knocking interrupted them. Annoyed, Alden released Helena to answer the door.
Likely, it was the doctor coming for a routine check.
Indeed, when Alden opened the door, there stood Atticus with a nurse. Atticus conducted a quick examination, casting concerned glances at Helena, whose face was flushed and breath still rapid.
“Mr. Wilson, Ms. Ellis requires another test,” Atticus said gently. Alden was puzzled and asked, “Hasn’t she been recovering well these past few days p>
“It’s merely a CT scan,” Atticus explained with patience. “We need to verify that the concussion is healing properly p>
The nurse helped Helena into the wheelchair they had brought, and Alden took charge, wheeling her towards the examination room.
Atticus stepped into the room first, and the nurse followed, carefully maneuvering Helena’s wheelchair inside, leaving Alden behind in the hallway.
Being away from Alden, even for a few quiet minutes, brought Helena a strange sense of peace.
She opened her mouth to thank the doctor, but before she could speak, Atticus’s voice cut through with quiet urgency.
“Valeria asked me to keep a close watch over you. I’ve been checking in regularly. Ms. Ellis—did Alden hurt you? Are you safe where you’re staying? Do you want me to contact the authorities?” The questions caught Helena completely off guard.
Still reeling from his assumption, Helena caught the genuine worry in his expression and quickly shook her head, her voice laced with embarrassment. “No… it’s not like that p>
Clearly, Valeria had only given part of the story. That half-truth had planted doubt in Atticus’s mind and led him to block Alden’s entrance, perhaps hoping she’d ask for help.
But Alden had never raised a hand against her.
The person who’d truly hurt her was Gemma—her own mother. Helena’s tone shifted as she looked at Atticus seriously. “Dr. Lopez, can I ask you something p>
A slight nod from Atticus gave her permission to continue.
Drawing in a breath, she steadied her voice. “When I was brought here, was a woman named Gemma Simpson also admitted because of a car crash p>
Atticus took a second to recall. “Yes. Her injuries were far more critical than yours. She only regained consciousness yesterday p>
Helena had braced herself, but her heart still tightened. “What… happened to her p>
Atticus’s expression grew solemn as he answered, “Her spinal cord was severely damaged. She’s paralyzed from the chest down. Most likely, she’ll need full-time care for the rest of her life p>