Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 220

The bottle contained almost twenty pills, and Helen swallowed them all. White foam bubbled at her lips as a

haze enveloped her senses. She didn't know what to do. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her nerves, her

lips bit down hard. Pain, only pain. "It hurts...," she whimpered, her voice trembling and breaking into sobs. Time

drifted by, her vision blurred, life unraveling like threads being pulled apart. Blood wouldn't flow back, the agony

persisting. For the first tin her life, Helen felt lost, unsure of what to do. She sat on the bed, lingering for a

long while, feeling the warmth slowly slip away. As the starlit sky dazzled above, she felt a headache, a

discomfort that was beyond words.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital. As Helen slowly cto, she felt an uncomfortable dryness in

her throat and her whole body was drained of energy. Staring at the white ceiling with a pale face, she noticed

Selena sitting beside her. "Why did you do such a foolish thing? Do you know how worried your brother and | are

about you?" Selena's eyes were slightly red as she raised her hand to tap Helen, but seeing her lifeless face, she

stopped.

Helen's breath was weak; it was only after a day and a night of resuscitation that the doctors had managed to

pull her back from the brink of death. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Worried about me? Are you really

concerned for me, or are you just afraid there'll be no one left to take the blfor Yvette if | die? Or is it

something else?"

"Helen, how can you say that? Even if we ask you to take the fall for Yvette, it's only because of the child she's

carrying-it's the bloodline of the Flynn family. How could we let him be born in prison?" Selena glanced at Helen

with dissatisfaction and continued, "Besides, even if you were to end up in prison, your brother and | would

figure out a way to get you out. We've done it so many times before, and we can surely do it again." Helen

scoffed bitterly, "In the end, it's all for Yvette, isn't it? Mom, am | not your child anymore? Was all the love and

doting you gavebefore just a sham?"

Selena looked distressed, "Helen, how could you say something so heartless? You, of all people, should know how

I've treated you."

"Yeah, your so-called care was just making sure the maids and nannies took good care of me. | vividly remember

that one tat school | got bullied and chcrying, but all you cared about was playing cards and

thought | was annoying." Helen's eyes dimmed. She would always remember that afternoon, the lack of love and

respect, the feelings of loss and disappointment that left an indelible mark on her life. Even now, she couldn't

forget.

Selena turned her gaze away, her tone growing cold, "Helen, you need to have a conscience. Since you were a

kid, have you ever lacked anything others had? When you said you were bullied, | went to school with you the

next day and taught that person a lesson."

"Fine, | don't want to talk about the past. You know very well that Yvette is the real culprit. Yet, you still want to

protect her because of the child she's carrying, makingtake the fall. But why should I? | absolutely won't do

it. You savedonce, but | can die a second time." Helen's eyes shone with determination for the first time. She

was resolute, "I trust that Shuyan will soon uncover the truth-she's already found Grady, and it's only a matter of

tbefore the truth comes out. What then? How will you still be able to protect Yvette?" Selenas gaze grew

colder. "You don't need to worry about anything else. The moment you're discharged, plead guilty. That's what

you should be doing." "No! Absolutely not!" Helen's voice was hoarse and weak. After speaking so much in one

breath, she barely had the strength to say anything else. Indeed, now she could decide nothing except her own

life and death. She never imagined the day would cwhen Selena would press her so hard, forcing her to

plead guilty.

"Helen, this is not your decision to make. Your brother and | have already decided. Even if you are sentenced, we

will do whatever it takes to get you out." Selena's expression was unpredictable.

Helen laughed coldly, "Mom, you're determined to protect Yvette, aren't you?"

"Say what you want, but this is final," Selena stated.

Lying in bed, Helen felt dizzy. Yet, hearing her mother's words, an indescribable pain surged within her. They truly

intended to disregard her life for Yvette and her unborn child. Clinging to a glimmer of hope, she asked, "What

about Grandpa? What does he think?" In her memory, he had always been upright and principled, with a clear

sense of right and wrong. He would never let her take the fall just because of Yvette's baby.

Selena looked down at her with a cold, distant gaze that Helen had never seen before-it was chilling. "Helen, you

really don't understand your grandfather. When it comes to people he likes, he can be fair and even protective.

But don't forget, you're not one of them, nor am I, or Yvette. To him, only the Flynn Group matters; maybe he

thinks of your brother. Do you know what he said when he found out Yvette was pregnant?" Helen shook her

head, and Selena let out a self-mocking laugh:

"He said, 'After all, it's the Flynn's bloodline; | will take good care of it."

Helen looked at Selena, disillusioned. She understood what her mother meant, and she understood her

grandpa's intentions as well. Her gaze shifted past Selena to the door, where a mother was kneeling at the

doctor's feet, desperately pleading with a bleeding child in her arms: "Please, doctor, save my daughter. | can

sell my kidney, my liver, anything! Please...

She spoke softly, "Mom, all you're saying is just to maketake the blame. You've never been like that mother."

"What?" Selena looked in the direction Helen was gazing, and she too saw the scene. She replied sarcastically,

"This life-and-death scene, how do you know | wouldn't?"

Helen withdrew her gaze, looking as if she had seen through life and death. She softly said, "No, you wouldn't.

Every t| was in the detention center and you cto see me, | thought you were genuinely worried about

me. But that wasn't the case. It wasn't until | saw the look of someone truly concerned for their daughter that |

realized you didn't really care about me. You just hated Yasmine, and | was just a tool for you." Selena was

surprised by what she said, "Helen, everyone has different ways of expressing love..."