Chapter 113

Helen had put the clean cushions on the sofa and mopped the floor. She felt fortunate to have cleaned the house today. Otherwise, having this handsome and dignified guest see what a mess their house was would be so embarrassing. Intimidated by Jasper’s aloof aura, Helen was subconsciously fearful. Jasper sat down. Helen poured him some tea and carefully placed it in front of him. “Please have a drink, Sir. May I have your name so I can tell Willow that you dropped by when she returns?” Instead of drinking the tea, Jasper’s dark eyes looked straight at Helen. He asked, “Are you her mother?” “Oh, no. I’m her aunt. Willow brought me to the city from our village recently so I can live with her,” Helen answered honestly. Jasper’s eyes twinkled. “You’re Yvette’s mother.” “You know my Yvette?” Helen became excited as shock and sorrow filled her eyes. “Yeah, we were sort of connected,” Jasper said. At the thought of her poor daughter, Helen felt suffocated and upset. Her eyes