Chapter 396

Winter was speechless–the women hovering around Frank were each more beautiful than the next?

“Who are you to him?” she asked Helen tentatively.

“His wife,” Helen replied bluntly.

“What?” Winter was stupefied.

“Is there a problem?” Helen asked, leveling a curious look at her.

Winter shook her head repeatedly. “No… It’s just that someone said the same before… So I was wondering how many wives Frank has.”

Helen pursed his lips, since she did not need to guess. “Was her name Vicky Turnbull?”

“How’d you know?”

Helen smiled. “Bottomline is, she’s not Frank’s wife–don’t be tricked. Oh, and you are…”

“I’m Winter Lawrence, Frank’s sister.”

“Oh…” Helen trailed off. “That makes me your sister–in–law. Can you get him for me?”

She had never heard of Frank having a sister, but she did not dwell on the issue since her last name was Lawrence too.

Winter nodded. “Wait here for a moment–I’ll get him.”

Helen entered the living room, studying the mansion.

Even she had to admit that it was renovated better than her manor…

After a while, Frank came downstairs, surprised to see Helen. “What brings you here?”

“What, can’t I visit you?” Helen flashed a pained smile.

“You can,” Frank replied, shaking his head as he sat opposite her. “I’m just surprised.”

Helen nodded and said earnestly, “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, and I apologize on behalf of my mother and brother. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Frank smiled as he waved her off. “You don’t have to apologize. I’ve gotten used to it over the years.”

Helen was left biting her lip–Frank seemed nonchalantly, but he had also been given grief for years.

“I’m sorry,” she said guiltily. “I’ve failed to protect my husband and stop my family from misbehaving, which in turn led to your suffering…”

“That’s alright. Just let bygones be bygones,” Frank replied noncommittally. “Anyway, why did you come here?”

Helen hung her head, stammering for a long while before finally saying, “Frank… Why don’t you move back in?”

She wanted to ask for a remarriage, but was too embarrassed to ask.

212 It was funny how fate worked–she was the one who demanded a divorce, but now, she wanted to remarry…

“Move back in where?” Frank asked.

“Lane Manor. Don’t worry–from now on, I’ll never let my mother and the others harass you ever again,”

Helen promised.

Frank smiled, but after some thought, he said, “Nah. Forget it.”

Helen stiffened, but she was soon relieved–what did she take Frank for? Telling him to leave or come back on a whim?

“I know you’d be resistant to the idea, but I hope we can start over… I’d like you to give me a chance,”

she said, unwittingly getting closer to him.

She felt an overwhelming sense of security as she did, which she had not felt for so long ever since divorcing Frank.

Divorcing him had certainly been stupid and impulsive!

Frank frowned in turn, not sure if he should hug Helen or push her away…