Chapter 525
Chapter 525:
She raised a brow, smug and satisfied, and shot a quick glance at Henrik.
For his part, Henrik wasn’t looking at Helena anymore. The immense fortune outlined in that agreement had shifted his focus. His eyes were now fixated on Liliana, as if seeing gold spilling from her fingertips.
Liliana noticed and savored the look. To her, this moment marked Helena’s complete defeat. Her voice dripped with mock sympathy as she turned toward her fallen rival. “Helena, believe me, I never meant to take everything. But Mom insisted… so what else could I say but ‘sorry p>
Helena shot her a cool, unreadable look—the kind given to a jester who didn’t realize the joke was on them. Then, with a chilly little laugh, she said, “Liliana, I must’ve missed it before, but your acting? Just as awful as your personality p>
Fury tightened around Liliana’s throat.
But Liliana didn’t get the chance to respond. Her band of sycophants surged forward like guard dogs.
“Must’ve been your own fault, Helena! You probably let Ms. Harrison down over and over—what right do you have to lash out at Miss Harrison p>
“Exactly! If you’d been a decent daughter, do you think she’d leave everything to Miss Harrison p>
“A loose woman like you doesn’t belong in the Harrison family anyway! It’s only a matter of time before you’re cast out p>
The chorus of insults echoed like crashing waves—sharp, cruel, and relentless.
It was Savannah who finally snapped. She stepped forward, silent but steely, positioning herself protectively in front of Helena. Her frosty gaze swept the room like a blade, cutting the jeers off mid-breath. One by one, voices hushed and eyes dropped. Then she turned to Natalie, her voice thick with disbelief and sorrow. “Natalie… have you lost your mind? Helena is your daughter. Flesh and blood. A brilliant, beautiful girl. How could you do this to her p>
Natalie’s eyes remained vacant, fogged over as ever. She looked at Helena—locked onto her with a strange, glassy stare—but not a single word escaped her lips.
Before they got married, Savannah and Natalie had been equals in Cheson’s glittering elite—two socialites always seen together, always in step.
But that history didn’t matter now. Savannah had no intention of clinging to old friendships while injustice unfolded before her eyes. She reached for Helena’s hand and gripped it tight. “Helena, don’t be afraid. Your mother may be lost in confusion, but I’m not. If she insists on making this ridiculous choice, so be it—but you’ll always have me p>
𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣:
Helena was moved, but she didn’t want Savannah dragged into this mess. She squeezed her friend’s hand and offered a calming smile. “It’s okay. My mother will come around. I can manage this p>
Seeing Savannah open her mouth for another protest, Helena gently cut her off. “Really. You came here to celebrate my birthday. Enjoy the day. Relax. Let me handle the rest p>
“You…” Savannah opened her mouth—but just then, a suave, middle-aged gentleman appeared beside her with impeccable timing. With an elegant bow, he extended his hand and smiled with practiced charm, clearly inviting her onto the dance floor.