My Four Miraculous Treasures (Willow and Jasper) novel 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 started to turn red. “So you remember her. It’s been so long. She didn’t even get the chance to tell me that she had a friend like you. It’s a pity that my daughter passed on so quickly and suddenly…”

Helen wiped her tears.

Her daughter had died as a child. She didn’t even get to tell her mother about the friends she made and where she played.

Her daughter must have met this man while they were in kindergarten.

This man looked young, so he must have been a little boy back then.

To think he would still remember her daughter.

He must have a really good memory since he was a child too.

Helen was both proud and heartbroken when talking about Willow. The sorrow and heartache were visible in her aged face. “She would tell her mother and me what she does. We know every source of her income. This child has suffered a lot all her life.”

Jasper knew it. Willow’s family had spoiled her this way.

His eyes darkened.

Helen explained woefully, “Willow doesn’t have a father. Her mother likes to gamble, and the living conditions in the village are poor, so she grew up in a harsh environment. Thankfully she was a tough child, or she wouldn’t have grown into such an optimistic young lady. Her mother and I can’t work, so she has to support us all. At times, she had to work several jobs a day, but she never complains about being tired…”

“She was supposed to go to college and have a bright future. Yet, something happened to this kind child, and she chose to drop out instead of taking a life…”

Jasper’s gaze darkened as he listened.

Then, they heard a noise at the door. Someone was home.

Helen got up to welcome them back. It was probably Lara and the children.