The Divorcee Amazed the World

“The one engaged to our Willis was your sister. Unfortunately, she passed away, and that gave you the chance to get close to Willis. In the future, refrain from saying such things about Helena being a replacement; you are nothing more than a stand-in.” The woman spoke without mercy, showing no face to Susan.

Helena turned around.

About ten meters away stood an elegant woman with lingering charm. Tall and slim, she wore a long black windbreaker, revealing a pair of stunning legs beneath. Her back was upright and straight.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was Willis’s mother, Jenny Melford.

Helena was slightly surprised, then smiled and called out, “Mom.”

Jenny gracefully nodded in response.

Susan, a little bewildered, was about to react when she noticed it was Jenny. Quickly putting on a fake smile, she exclaimed, “Jenny, you’re back in the country?”

Almost jogging over, she hugged Jenny’s waist warmly, saying, “I missed you so much. Just a few days ago, I told my mom that your birthday was coming up. I came today to pick a gift for you. I didn’t expect to run into Helena here and chatted with her a bit.”

Helena admired Susan’s brazen-faced ability.

Even when Jenny showed her no face.

She could still approach Jenny as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing, trying to get close.

Jenny’s expression remained indifferent as she held Susan’s arm, moved it away from her waist, and took a step back, creating distance between them.

Unfazed, Susan continued smiling, “Aunt, why are you here today? Is there anything you’d like to buy? Let me help you choose.”

Jenny glanced at the bag on Helena’s shoulder, speaking indifferently, “I’m here to buy a bag for my daughter-in-law. This little girl is too frugal. Clearly, her husband is wealthy, yet she insists on carrying a cheap unknown brand bag when going out. If seen by some shallow people, they might laugh.”

Susan’s smile froze on her face.

Those shallow people referred to her.

After a while, she stammered, “Ah, indeed. Helena is too frugal. Clearly so beautiful, yet she doesn’t like to dress up. Aunt, you work in the fashion industry, and she’s so…”

Helena could discern Susan’s words, implying she was plain.

She usually wore simple shirts, long pants, windbreakers, or casual knitwear. None of them were luxurious brands; just something convenient she picked up at the mall. She rarely wore jewelry.

Compared to Susan’s extravagant outfits, sparkling and dressed like a butterfly, Helena’s style was indeed plain.

But she didn’t mind. Comfort and decency were what mattered to her.

Susan complained about her being plain, but Helena found Susan ostentatious. Every time, she dressed like she was walking on a red carpet, with jingling jewelry all over her body. It looked exhausting.

Jenny’s gaze toward Susan turned cold. She calmly said, “My daughter-in-law has a natural and refined temperament, focusing on inner beauty. Even if she wears a bedsheet, she would still be so beautiful that people can’t look away. Confident people don’t need these cumbersome external decorations.”

Susan couldn’t find the words to reply. She bit her lip and fell silent.

Helena felt moved in her heart.

She admired her mother-in-law for unexpectedly defending her at every turn, making Susan lose face every time.

At this moment, the saleswoman held a pastel platinum bag and walked over to Jenny, saying respectfully, “the bag you reserved has arrived.”

Jenny took it and handed it to Helena. “This is from Mom, don’t just buy bags for Mom and Nancy. Even if it’s a few hundred dollars, you should still carry a bag. In this circle, appearance matters. If others have it, you should too.”

Helena took it and thanked her with a smile. “Thank you, Mom. It’s a beautiful bag.”

“Good, if you like it.” Jenny handed her card to the saleswoman for payment.

Helena then handed the amber platinum bag she bought to Jenny. “Mom, this is a birthday gift I picked for you.”

Jenny immediately had it unwrapped, putting all her belongings from her bag into the one Helena bought. “From now on, I’ll only use this bag. A bag given by my daughter-in-law carries significant meaning.”

With every “daughter-in-law,” Jenny’s words felt like stabs, piercing into Susan’s heart.

She stood there, motionless, looking at the two of them, each carrying a new bag, chatting and laughing as they left the store.

Left alone, Susan was in disarray.

The saleswoman, experienced in observing people, had already seen through some nuances and now, looking at Susan, her eyes carried a subtle meaning.

Outside the store.

Jenny suddenly spoke, “Having a former girlfriend around must be annoying, huh?”

Helena smiled lightly. “It’s quite annoying.”

“Don’t worry too much about whether Willis will forget her. What matters now is that he loves you.”