Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chaoter 289 The Real Family

The morning dew wetted the baby's clothes. In fear that it would catch a cold, Helena dressed it in

some of her daughter's clothes. The two babies were similar in size since they were all newborn kids.

"So you are also a girl," Helena found that it was also a girl when she took off her clothes.

When Helena was dressing the baby, she found a birthmark on her waist which looked like a butterfly.

She chuckled, "You have a special birthmark. You must be special."

At that moment, the baby girl opened her eyes and stared at her curiously. Helena slightly rubbed her

little hand. Then, unexpectedly, the baby gave her a broad smile.

Realizing that the baby was healthy from top to bottom, Helena began to curse the parents: How dared

they throw such a lovely baby away? Irresponsible!

Taking care of the baby, Helena was then caught by a dilemma about whether to keep her or send her

away. She was not sure whether she could bring the baby up since she was poor; yet, she did not

know where she could send the baby to either.

Pondering the matter for a while, Helena decided to take the baby to the police office. Maybe the police

could help the baby. After all, it was also possible that the parents, instead of abandoning her, just lost

her by accident.

After she had made up her mind, Helena prepared a bottle of milk for the baby. The baby girl had been

so starving that she tightly held the feeder and sucked the milk through the teat with all her strength.

Helena was greatly amused by this lovely baby. After she fed the baby, she cooked something for

herself and was going to take her to the police office after her meal.

After cooking, a piece of news attracted Helena's attention when she was eating her meal on a small

sofa.

"The daughter of the Hutchinson Group was kidnapped after she was just born. The kidnapper did not

return the baby after receiving the ransom and her whereabouts are unknown. According to the

parents, there is a birthmark, in the shape of a butterfly, on the baby's waist. The Hutchinson family

hope that they can be contacted if anyone finds the baby. Their phone number is…"

"In the shape of a butterfly," the information given by the reporter reminded Helena of the baby girl she

had just found. Wasn't there exactly such a birthmark on her waist? Was she the daughter of the

Hutchinson family?

Helena, of course, heard of the Hutchinson Group. It was one of the most wealthy and dominant

groups in that city. It was quite unexpected that this poor baby girl was a real princess.

After she calmed herself down from shock, she became happy that she had found the parents of the

baby. She decided to take her to the Hutchinson Group in person later. She used to work as a cleaner

in a company near the Hutchinson Group, so she knew the address.

She finished her meal rapidly and was going to leave her baby with her neighbor. However, when she

picked up her own baby, a terrible idea hit her.

She looked around to observe her house. Some parts of the white paint on the wall had fallen off and

she covered the bricks with newspapers; both the kitchen and bathroom were so small and the living

room was only big enough for a small sofa.

Yet, even such a small and humble house did not belong to her. When Helena thought about the rent

and the despising look of the house-owner, Helena began to doubt, "Can I really offer a happy life for

my girl?"

No, she could not. Her baby would only live a miserable life if brought up by her. However, what if her

baby girl lived with the Hutchinson Group? If she became the daughter of the Hutchinson family, she

could have everything she wanted and be a princess.

Such an evil idea had rooted in her mind and kept growing stronger. Yes, she did not want her daughter

to live a miserable life with her and she wanted to make her girl a princess.

After Helena made up her mind, she ironed the same butterfly pattern on her daughter's waist

according to the birthmark.

The pain was so intense that the baby cried her eyes out, which made Helena feel so sorry that her

heart began to ache as if there were hundreds of thousands of swords stabbing her. Her tears

uncontrollably ran down across her face.

"My sweeties, it is all for your good. I want you to have a better life. My baby, don't cry," crying, Helena Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

tried to console her baby girl.

After several days when the scald on her daughter's waist began to recover and looked like the

birthmark on the Hutchinson baby girl's waist, Helena decided to take her daughter to the Hutchinson

Group.

After coaxing the Hutchinson baby to sleep, Helena headed for the Hutchinson Group with her own

daughter. She told the receptionist that she was there with the baby, and soon, the parents showed up

excitedly.

They uncovered the baby's clothes and found a mark, in the shape of a butterfly, on her waist.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Mrs. Hutchinson, Logan's mother, tightly held Helena's hands and

expressed her gratitude that her daughter finally came back to her for god's sake.

Uneasiness colored Helena's expression. She said, "Well, I picked her up by accident."

Logan's parents insisted on giving Helena a large sum of money in return. Yet, Helena was quite

ashamed of accepting it. At Helena's refusal, Logan's parents gave in and felt it tremendous luck that

their daughter could be saved by such a kind person.

When Helena went back home, she flung herself on the bed, bawling. She did not know when she

could see her daughter again. Helena pacified herself, "No, I don't regret my decision. I have made the

most correct choice. I gave my girl a happy life."

It was the end of the story. Helena, tears running down her face, implored, "Clara, it was all my fault. I

was selfish. I destroyed your wealthy life and made you live in poverty. Can you forgive me?"

Helena's story left Clara in a daze. That is to say, her guess was right—Logan was her brother and her

real family name was Hutchinson while Laura was the daughter of Helena Selman and Glenn

Middleton.

No wonder the paternity test said that Glenn Middleton was not her biological father; no wonder her

marrow could not be transplanted to Helena; no wonder Helena never talked about the whereabouts of

her real daughter. Now all her questions were answered.

Clara was overwhelmed by a stirring of emotions. She did not know whether she should be happy or

sad. It turned out that she had been living a fake life that did not belong to her; it turned out that her life

had been so star-crossed since she was born.