Chapter 590
Chapter 590:
Growing up in an orphanage, then brought home by Albert and raised by a cold adoptive mother in a fractured family—she had never truly learned what it meant to belong. The truth was, the thought of becoming a mother herself left her flustered.
Dusk settled over the city as Helena trudged back to the Wilson family’s villa alone. Alden’s late shift at the office had left her to face the evening without him, and the weight of the bags seemed to mirror the heaviness in her chest.
Delaney, perched on a velvet armchair, glanced up from her book. Her eyes swept over the bags in Helena’s grip, and a faint smile curved her lips. “In families like ours, money flows freely for things like shopping,” she said, her tone light but edged with caution. “Still, folks out there frown on displays of wealth these days. Best to keep things discreet, for Alden’s sake—his reputation matters p>
Helena caught the subtle jab but let it slide, her smile unwavering. “No need to worry, Delaney,” she replied, her voice warm. “I hardly ever hit the shops, so there’s no chance of stirring up trouble. But today…” She paused, pulling out a silk scarf from an elegant paper bag, its ink-dark hues shimmering under the chandelier’s glow. “Since you came back, I’ve been itching to get you something special. Work’s kept me swamped, but I finally carved out time today. What do you think?” The scarf, with its muted tones and clean lines, was versatile enough to pair with anything.
Helena’s eyes flicked to Delaney, whose frail frame and pallor betrayed her long battle with illness. Wrapped in that scarf, she would carry the quiet grace of a bygone era—elegant and timeless.
Delaney’s fingers traced the fabric, her usual guarded expression softening. Despite her lingering unease with Helena, she couldn’t fault the thoughtfulness of the gift. It was perfect.
She accepted the scarf, then tilted her head, her voice softer now. “Back in Corland, Bonnie took such good care of me. Now that she’s here, if you really want to show you care p>
Before she could finish, Helena’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. She reached into another bag, producing a second scarf. “I know.” This one mirrored Delaney’s in style but danced with a gradient from crimson to deep violet, a vibrant choice that would flatter Bonnie’s fuller figure.
“Here,” Helena said, handing it over with a grin. “It’s a perfect match for yours. You and Ms. Luna can wear them together, stealing the show wherever you go p>
Then, with a flourish, she pulled out a sleek watch, its design simple yet chic. “This is for Ms. Luna’s daughter,” she said, her fingers brushing the smooth metal. “I’ve never met her, so I went with something classic, something that works with anything p>
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Could you pass it along to Ms. Luna? Just a little thank-you from me. I hope they like these p>
The gifts weren’t ostentatious—branded, yes, but tasteful, meant for everyday wear.
Each choice reflected care, a deliberate nod to the recipients’ tastes. Delaney studied Helena for a long moment, her gaze softening further, a flicker of approval breaking through her reserve.
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