Poor Desmond. I was always busy before and rarely took him somewhere fun. Seeing him so happy made me feel both happy and sad.
My mother returned from her vacation early and rushed back to Silverhowl Pack.
She was inspired to start cooking and was constantly looking for new ways to prepare ‘great food’ for my father and Desmond.
I would often see my father and Desmond fleeing while my mother pursued them with a pot.
This made me reflect on how I should have left Jalen earlier. It would be nice if I did that…
I turned to see a handsome, elegant man approaching me from afar. He leaned against a tree, smiling.
It was a pleasant surprise for me: “What are you doing here, Jeff?”
We used to play together when we were younger. His family operated businesses with 50 to 60 packs.
He lent me the helicopter to get home.
“Same as here. I plan to be back for good.”
“That’s great. Let me know if you need anything.”
He smiled. There was a spark in his eyes. “There’s no hurry. We have a long time ahead of us.”
Half a month later, the steward who accompanied me back to Silverhowl Pack informed me that a servant from Snowshade Pack had something to tell me.
“Master Jalen is almost breaking down from your absence during this time, Your Highness.”
Jalen took Nyra and Celina home after she was discharged from the hospital.
Their once-perfect life had fallen apart. The new servants kept messing things up at home, and the cooks could never get Jalen’s food right. Even his driver kept taking wrong turns.
Many of his projects started to have issues. His partners abruptly decided to withdraw their investments, and Snowshade Pack’s income gradually decreased.
Jalen expected things to go back to normal once I returned to him.
However, he waited a long time for any news about me.
He couldn’t take it anymore and sent me a message.
“When are you coming back, Helen?”
That was when he realised the message hadn’t been delivered.
Jalen went to Desmond’s previous school and picked him up after class.
The teacher gave him a slight smile. “Weren’t you aware, Desmond? Princess Helen already took Desmond out of this school.”
“Impossible! She’s having one of her tempers. She won’t take Desmond out of this school.”
The teacher had long been dissatisfied with Jalen. “If my partner disappeared for three years only to return with his lover and their daughter and spent every minute of his time with them, I would have left him right away.”
Jalen felt somewhat embarrassed. “Desmond isn’t my son…”
“Huh?” the teacher exclaimed, laughing as if she had just heard the greatest joke ever told. “Gosh, Master Jalen, why are you looking at me like that? Haven’t you ever looked in a mirror? Desmond looks exactly like you!
“Anyone who has seen both of you will know right away that you’re father and son.”
Jalen’s whole body stiffened.
This hadn’t occurred to him before.
Nyra was constantly reminding him that a child born after eight months could not be his.
It convinced him that Helen was easygoing and promiscuous, and he trusted her without verifying it.
This was supposed to be an easy lie to expose.
Jalen was at a loss and could barely stand. “That would mean I was wrong about her…”