Chapter 11
“Mr. Borgia, we’ve been deceived. That Jacques Merz was actually expelled from the Walpole Family long ago and we’ve discovered that he is Helena’s father.”
“Bang!”
Felix’s phone shattered into pieces behind me, the fragments brushing against the hem of my
skirt.
He rushed over like a mad dog, grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently.
“So, you already knew Jacques was lying to me?”
“You did this on purpose.”
“Helena, you’re so fucking cruel.”
I said calmly, “How would I know how much money Jacques embezzled from the Walpole Family over the years? I thought he was trying to invest in Borgia Company under his own name!”
“Besides, I warned you. If you had trusted me, you would have checked the Walpole Group’s official website yourself and found out that Jacques had already been fired.”
“Felix, you’re just as useless and disgusting as ever. Every time you fail, you have to find an excuse to blame me.”
As if I had hit a nerve, he raised his fist toward me, but was knocked aside by Louise, who had rushed over and punched him aside.
“Mr. Borgia, please control yourself. You’ve already divorced Helena. From now on, she is my legitimate fiancée. If you dare lay a finger on my fiancée, I guarantee you’ll have no place to stay in Kyiv or Podilskyi.”
***
I was in my office handling documents when Richard Corby, the former HR manager of Borgia Company, who had come with me, suddenly burst into the room excitedly.
“Ms. Walpole, you’ll never believe that Gwen doesn’t actually like Felix at all. She’s Jacques’s mole and even the child in her womb is Jacques’s.”
“But the most ridiculous part is that she helped Jacques embezzle all of Felix’s money, yet when Jacques fled, he didn’t take her with him. It’s truly ridiculous and pathetic.”
I wasn’t surprised by this outcome. After all, Jacques was such a self-centered person that he didn’t even care about his own 25-year-old illegitimate son, so how could he care about Gwen Courtet and the child she was carrying?
A strange number suddenly called. It was Felix.
“Helena, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for hurting you and Irene. I’m not even worth being called an animal. If I hadn’t bought that bottle of perfume for Gwen, would you have stayed away from
me?”
I said firmly, “Felix, do you really think our conflict started because of that bottle of perfume? What disappoints me is your repeated indifference and coldness, your deeply ingrained obsession with your son and your disregard for me and our daughter. Felix, if I could, I wish we had never met.”
The assistant knocked on the door and came in. It was the police on the phone.
“Is this Ms. Walpole? Mr. Borgia is currently contemplating suicide. Could you please come to the scene to calm him down?”
I fell silent for a moment before finally regaining my composure.
“I’m sorry, I have an urgent meeting. I can’t make it.”
Later, for some reason, Felix didn’t die on the day the police called me.
I heard he had become a monk, but on the day, he was hiking up the mountain, a sudden landslide struck and he was buried under the mudslide, never to wake up again.
Gwen also lost the child she was carrying and became mentally unstable, surviving by scavenging for trash.
My adopted father, Jacques, was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment.
On the day I married Louise, my grandmother personally handed me over to him. Her eyes were red, as if she had once again recalled my mother.
She gently patted the back of my hand and said, “Helena, this time your grandmother won’t make a mistake. If Louise dares to treat you badly, neither I nor the old master of the Humphrey Family will spare him. Let me tell you in secret, I and the old master of the Humphrey Family are close friends.”
Louise also hurriedly swore, “Grandmother, rest assured. If I ever betray Helena, I won’t need you or Grandfather to intervene. I’ll break my own legs first.”
Louise slipped the pigeon egg-shaped diamond ring he had designed and made himself onto my ing finger and gently kissed my lips.
He then whispered into my ear, “Helena, I will never let go of your hand for the rest of my life.”
Just as well, I wouldn’t let go of his hand either.
‘The End)
