Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
But that cruel turning point arrived far earlier than she ever imagined. The moment everything changed, Helena’s childhood vanished from her mind like smoke in the wind, and Albert brought her home.
Just when it felt like she had finally found a place to belong, tragedy struck and ripped it away from her again.
What followed was a long season of survival. As a child, she should have been carefree. Instead, she bore not only her burdens but her father’s too. Somehow, she endured it all. She adapted. Like a wildflower sprouting between broken stones, Helena pushed forward and became the woman she was now.
After her memories finally integrated, everything came back clearly except for a single fragmented piece—what happened after she was dragged away by those men. Still, her recovered memories softened something deep inside her.
They filled the quiet hollows in her chest the way rain revives dry soil.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, the world looked a little less blurry. But—
“Helena, thank goodness you’re awake p>
“Are you okay? Should I call the doctor p>
Those voices reached her the second she stirred. There were two of them. Both carried concern, but there was something unfamiliar about them that instantly put her on edge.
Blinking, she sat up and took in the couple standing near her hospital bed. They were sharply dressed, elegant, and unmistakably wealthy.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but can you tell me who you are?” Helena asked, sitting up with a touch of uneasiness in her expression.
“We… we’re…” said the woman, though her voice wavered, as if the words were caught on their way out.
Even in her poise and beauty, something in her expression faltered. A quiet worry danced behind her eyes—odd and out of place for someone who seemed so sure of everything else.
There was something about the woman’s face that tugged at Helena’s memory, something she couldn’t quite name. But before she had time to sort through it, the man reached over, took the woman’s hand, and stopped her with a quiet touch. “Natalie, maybe we shouldn’t say anything just yet. Let’s give Helena a little more time p>
Time had carved deep lines into the man’s face, but the strength of his features hadn’t faded. It was easy to imagine how striking he must have been in his youth.
𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔:
Though his voice carried a quiet steadiness, it landed in Helena’s mind like thunder.
Ever since her conversation with Dario, something unshakable—part curiosity, part instinct—had driven her to learn more about the Harrison family. Among the names she came across, one stood out: Natalie Harrison. The one whose love story with Kareem Gibson had become the stuff of romantic legend. Against all odds, they had made it through and built a life together.
Natalie Harrison.
Standing there in front of her was the woman who had given her life. And the man beside her—tall, composed, commanding—was unmistakably Kareem.
Helena’s emotions scattered in every direction. A storm of confusion and disbelief churned inside her chest. Part of her wanted to trace their faces with her eyes, searching for pieces of herself in theirs. But another part—the louder part—couldn’t bring herself to meet their gaze.