The Divorcee Amazed the World

Caught off guard, Susan received several slaps out of the blue, leaving her bewildered.

Her face stinging and ears ringing, she saw stars before her eyes.

Throughout her life, no one had dared to lay a finger on her.

Furious, she grabbed the other person’s arm and scratched wildly.

The two struggled with each other.

The Varley family’s driver, who had been hiding in the corner, hurried over and forcefully separated the two.

Only now did Susan see that the one who had slapped her was Willis’s own sister, Nancy Santana, and she was immediately dumbfounded.

Seeing Nancy being attacked, Helena quickly ran over, shielding her behind.

Casting a glance at Nancy’s wrist, which was scratched and bleeding, Helena felt a pang in her heart. She took out a band-aid from her bag and carefully applied it, asking softly, “Does it hurt?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nancy winced in pain, saying, “It’s okay, Sister-in-law. Did she manage to scratch your face?”

Helena shook her head, “No.”

Nancy stared at Susan angrily, “To deal with someone like her, you don’t need to be polite. Just give her a slap. What’s the use of reasoning? Reasoning is for those who listen, and she’s not one of them!”

Upon hearing this, Susan was infuriated.

Suppressing her anger, she forced out a couple of tears and said pitifully, “Nancy, we grew up together, like sisters. How could you…”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Cut the crap. I don’t have a sister like you. My brother has been so good to you, and our entire family has treated you well. Yet, as soon as my brother had some trouble, you ran away faster than a rabbit. Now that you see my brother’s leg is better and everything’s back to normal, you come back to vie for his attention and even bully my sister-in-law. Have you no shame?”

Susan’s face turned from pale to red. “I have my reasons…”

“Reasons my foot! My brother might believe you, but I certainly don’t!”

As Nancy finished speaking, Helena’s phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, it was Willis calling.

After a brief hesitation, Helena answered.

Willis asked, “Where are you?”

“At the entrance of Antique Street, at a restaurant to the south.”

“I’m passing by. Be there in three minutes.” He hung up.

Images of last night, when he and Susan were embracing, flashed through Helena’s mind, making her uneasy.

Seeing the white roses he had given to Susan on the table made her chest even tighter, as if a massive stone was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

In a few minutes, Willis, accompanied by his men, walked into the restaurant.

Tall and graceful, with pale skin and handsome features, Willis walked like a breeze, exuding an air of elegance. Beneath his black trousers, his long legs moved gracefully, creating a dignified aura. All eyes in the restaurant were immediately drawn to him.

Upon seeing him, Susan’s eyes lit up, and she ran towards him, calling out with a choked voice, “Willis!”

Willis furrowed his brows slightly, “What are you doing here?”

With teary eyes, Susan said, “I was looking for Helena to explain what happened last night, but after just a few words, she scolded me, and Nancy even hit me.”

She pointed to her swollen cheek, pouting, “It hurts.”

Willis turned to Helena, “Did she provoke you? Why would she scratch your face?”

Helena smiled.

She never thought that the beloved person Willis had in mind would be someone like Susan, not only heartless but also deceitful, making false accusations.

Indeed, those favored always had a sense of entitlement.

Before Helena could speak, Nancy chimed in, “Blame me if you need to. Nancy is venting for me.”

Looking at Helena, Willis’s gaze softened. He took out an imported scar removal ointment from his bag and handed it to her. “This is scar removal cream sent from abroad. Apply it according to the instructions; the wound on your neck shouldn’t leave a scar.”

Helena stared at the ointment, feeling a mix of emotions.

Knowing that he didn’t love her, sometimes she felt that he still cared about her.

Quickly, she self-mockingly smiled. If he truly cared, how could such an incident have happened last night?

Nancy took the ointment, handed it to Helena, and scolded Willis, “If you dare to mistreat my sister-in-law, I won’t recognize you as my brother!”

Willis calmly responded, “Adult matters, children shouldn’t interfere.”

“I’m only one year younger than my sister-in-law; I’m not a child!”

Ignoring her, Willis took Helena’s hand and said gently, “Have you eaten? If not, let me take you to eat.”