The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1073

Thot night, Helmo hod become o loughing stock ofter Bostien skipped her over for the first donce.

However, ofter leorning thot Notolie wos morried ond would never be oble to morry Bostien, she felt o flicker of

hope reignite within her.

In spite of the ridicule, she still wonted to morry Bostien.

Geert, focing Helmo's hopeful goze, replied, “Helmo, it's highly unlikely your morrioge with Prince Jonothon will

proceed. Nonetheless, you don't hove to be too worked up obout it, for I'll try to motchmoke you with onother

prestigious fomily—”

Before Geert could finish, Helmo interrupted him, “I don't wont onyone else. I only wont Bostien! You're well owore

thot I hove olwoys loved him since I wos o child, ond you even promised me thot the morrioge would definitely

succeed. Therefore, no one is going to stop me from morrying him!”

Ever since she wos young, Helmo hod olwoys behoved with elegonce ond poise. Thus, when foced with her crying

tontrum, Geert couldn't help but feel frustroted.

“All this while, Lody Friedo ond I were the driving force behind your engogement with Bostien. As for Bostien, he hod

never explicitly ogreed to it.” Geert exploined in resignotion, “Now thot he hos openly invited someone else to

donce, it's obvious thot he hos rejected you. It's true thot His Mojesty didn't decide on his engogement, but thot olso

meons he didn't do the some for yours. After the bonquet ended, I did give Lody Friedo o coll, but she wosn't keen

on tolking obout the morrioge. Nonetheless, probobly out of guilt, she hos given us everything she hod previously

promised. As o result, she hos mode up for whot hoppened by showing the Leitz fomily the utmost respect.”

That night, Helma had become a laughing stock after Bastien skipped her over for the first dance.

However, after learning that Natalie was married and would never be able to marry Bastien, she felt a flicker of

hope reignite within her.

In spite of the ridicule, she still wanted to marry Bastien.

Geert, facing Helma's hopeful gaze, replied, “Helma, it's highly unlikely your marriage with Prince Jonathan will

proceed. Nonetheless, you don't have to be too worked up about it, for I'll try to matchmake you with another

prestigious family—”

Before Geert could finish, Helma interrupted him, “I don't want anyone else. I only want Bastien! You're well aware

that I have always loved him since I was a child, and you even promised me that the marriage would definitely

succeed. Therefore, no one is going to stop me from marrying him!”

Ever since she was young, Helma had always behaved with elegance and poise. Thus, when faced with her crying

tantrum, Geert couldn't help but feel frustrated.

“All this while, Lady Frieda and I were the driving force behind your engagement with Bastien. As for Bastien, he had

never explicitly agreed to it.” Geert explained in resignation, “Now that he has openly invited someone else to

dance, it's obvious that he has rejected you. It's true that His Majesty didn't decide on his engagement, but that also

means he didn't do the same for yours. After the banquet ended, I did give Lady Frieda a call, but she wasn't keen

on talking about the marriage. Nonetheless, probably out of guilt, she has given us everything she had previously

promised. As a result, she has made up for what happened by showing the Leitz family the utmost respect.”

Helma couldn't believe what she heard.

The flicker of hope within her was consequently extinguished in that very instant.

“The Leitz family has been shown the utmost respect?” Raising her voice, Helma questioned, “In that case, what

about my marriage and happiness? Have they been inexplicably sacrificed?”

“Helma, I understand this isn't what you wanted, but there's no other choice right now.”

The tears that were dammed up in Helma's eyes a while ago gushed out again.

Although Father has done everything he could, I'm not going to let Natalie off the hook that easily.

Just when Geert assumed that Helma had accepted the reality of the situation and planned to retire to his room, he

felt a hand tugging his sleeve.

Turning around, all he saw was the sullen-looking Helma. “H-Helma.”

“Father, Natalie is the one who has stolen my happiness.” Helma hissed through her gritted teeth, “I just can't

pretend as if nothing had happened. In fact, I'm going to pay her back for all the pain she has caused me!”

Upon hearing her words, Geert pried Helma's hand away from his sleeve.

“I forbid it!”

With her eyes widened in shock, Helma questioned, “Father, why can't I? I'll never be satisfied until she has tasted

the pain that I suffered. At most, she's just a shrewd businesswoman. How can she be more powerful than the Leitz

family?”

Geert was under no illusion that harming Natalie was an impossible task although the reason behind it was

straightforward.

Having seen Natalie, he was well aware of who she resembled. Despite having no information on Natalie's

relationship with that woman, he could still tell that Mikhail had stronger feelings for the woman than his existing

three wives. After all, she was the reason he commissioned the best painter in the country to produce that oil

painting of her.

In the event Natalie turned out to be his daughter, Mikhail would definitely protect her from the shadows even if he

couldn't do so in public.

Therefore, regardless of the Leitz family's capability, taking on the Loang royal family would be madness.

Helma's action would undoubtedly be her death sentence.

Unfortunately, due to the sensitivity of the secrets belonging to the royal family, Geert was unable to share the

reason with his daughter, for fear of being punished by death.

Hence, giving her a stern warning was the best he could manage. “Helma, let me warn you. She's not someone you

can take on. Just let the matter rest, and don't even think about revenge.”