Chapter 7 Give The Gibson Family A Surprise

The Jeep hurtled through the vibrant streets of Wrumlas.

Helena's hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, her focus unyielding as she navigated the road. She pressed the accelerator hard, propelling the vehicle towards what was once considered home.

The Jeep screeched to a stop outside 32 Redwood Road.

Helena lingered in the driver's seat for a moment, her eyes locked on the white villa across the street.

Marcel was absent, likely heading to the Gust Group's banquet already, his car missing from its usual spot.

In the garden, Eunice was absorbed in a lively phone conversation, her laughter ringing out as she swung carelessly on a wooden swing.

Helena's gaze on her half-sister grew icy.

After being missing for over a month, no one had searched for her. Her unexpected return was bound to shock some.

"Mom, Helena must be dead by now, right?" Eunice popped a grape into her mouth, her voice filled with venomous pleasure. "Bet she is. No woman could survive the hellhole she was sent to. She's probably long gone."

Should Helena remain missing, Eunice would become the sole heir to the Gibson fortune.

Then, Eunice sighed. "Mom, when are you and Dad coming back? I'm getting so bored here alone."

From her hidden vantage point, Helena absorbed every spiteful word.

With a quiet sneer, she silently stepped out of the car and moved forward.

Lost in her daydreams of inheriting the Gibson family's fortune, Eunice was jolted from her reverie by a sudden tap on her shoulder.

Startled, she whirled around, her eyes meeting a chilling gaze.

"Ah!" Eunice shrieked, losing her balance and tumbling from the swing.

Just before she hit the ground, a pale, slender hand caught her wrist firmly.

Frozen with shock, Eunice stuttered, "He... Helena?"

She had believed Helena was permanently ensnared in a shady club from which there was no escape, as confirmed by those who had taken her. Yet here Helena was, standing right before her.

The pressure on Eunice's wrist intensified. She yelped, "Let go of me!"

Helena had tried to lift Eunice to her feet, only to release her grip in response to the demand.

Eunice fell again, crashing into a nearby table and scattering coffee and fruit across herself.

Scrambling to her feet, Eunice's initial shock morphed into disdain. "You lasted a whole month there? You're really something, aren't you?"

Helena responded with unnerving calm, "As long as you're still here, I'll keep surviving."

Eunice was visibly shaken by the defiance.

She could hardly believe this was the same Helena who had once seemed so negligible in their home.

Now, this previously meek woman was confronting her directly.

Fury contorted Eunice's features as she grabbed her phone. "I'll send you back there myself. And this time, you won't make it back!"

Before she could complete the call, the iron gate clanged open.

A sleek limousine glided into the courtyard.

Eunice's face lit up with opportunistic glee. She shot Helena a taunting look before rushing towards the arriving car with feigned distress. "Dad, Mom!"

Helena stood motionless, an icy detachment creeping over her expression.

It was clear Marcel had spared no expense, flaunting a new luxury car that was worth a fortune.

Helena reflected bitterly on how her father's wealth was originally built with the support of her own mother, who had passed away too soon.

Marcel had remarried, quickly after his first wife's death, to Eunice's mother who was already pregnant at the time, revealing a betrayal that predated his late wife's demise.

Eunice flaunted a designer dress, clearly a pricey limited edition.

In stark contrast, since her mother's death, Helena hadn't received a single new piece of clothing or any financial support from her father.

To support herself, Helena had undertaken arduous jobs, even participating in brutal underground fights. She had returned home more than once bruised and battered, yet Marcel had remained indifferent to her suffering.

However, Eunice only had to shed a single tear for the entire household to spring into consoling action.

Just like now.