Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 437 Helena Has Died

Elspeth and Gilbert went together to the sanatorium in Damoria. It was in Damoria's suburbs, not far from the city

center, but it was pretty remote, with few people around. On the other hand, she never would have thought her

mother would be there. She expected Helena to be in a hospital due to her terminal illness, but she never imagined

that her mother would choose a sanatorium, where typically only the terminally ill are admitted. Then, when she

found out that her mother was so set on passing away, she felt an intense pain in her chest.

When she arrived, she tried to rush in to see her mom as soon as possible, but the guard at the door stopped her.

"Who are you? What's your name? Please show your ID."

Hearing that, her voice was somewhat agitated, but she remained calm. "My mom is inside. Please let me in,

okay?"

"What's your mother's name?"

Elspeth bit her lip, unsure if Helena had changed her name when she admitted.

"Helena Joneson."

The receptionist at the door flipped through the book in his hand, and her face suddenly became serious.

"Helena Joneson... It seems like this person passed away yesterday."

Passed away? Her heart stopped beating for a moment.

"You better take another look. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? How could she have passed away?"

Nonetheless, the receptionist replied nonchalantly, "I know you might not believe it now. There is a person named

Helena Joneson at our sanatorium, and I wouldn't make a mistake."

Meanwhile, Gilbert stood beside her and was incredulous when he heard that. "I was here the day before yesterday,

and I saw Miss Joneson. How could she have passed away today?"

After hearing that, the receptionist frowned. "Young man, a person's lifespan is determined by fate, and no one can

predict when they will leave this world. Your tone suggests that our sanatorium is up to no good."

Gilbert realized that his tone was a bit too aggressive and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I was a bit impulsive with

my words."

After listening to that, the pain in Elspeth's heart quickly expanded.

"Where is her body? Where is the room she used to live in? Can I go see it?"

The receptionist hesitated for a moment. "Miss, we still haven't confirmed your identity yet, so it may not be

appropriate to let you in so easily. Anyway, it's not completely impossible. We can let you in if you can produce an

item that belongs to your mother."

Trembling, she took out a necklace from her pocket. It was in the shape of a heart and the same necklace she

carried when she went to look for her mother.

"Ah, yes, this is it. It's this necklace."

The person nodded, and a different emotion appeared in her eyes. "Follow me. I'll take you to her room first."

Elspeth nodded, and together with Gilbert, they were led to the room.

After pushing the door open, there was no one in the room. The receptionist led them in and then left. Although

there was no one living in the room anymore, it was still spotless. With one glance, she knew that the room had

been her mother's. Then, she strolled forward and saw a diary that was not locked on the table, so she picked it up

and opened it.

Her mother's handwriting was exquisite, and Elspeth carefully read through the diary, which mostly recorded her

mother's struggle against her illness. Soon, Elspeth noticed her mother's handwriting became increasingly weak

and unsteady as she continued to read. It appeared that Helena's physical discomfort had affected her handwriting.

Yet, at the end of nearly every entry, she would write about how much she missed her daughter.

My daughter Elspeth is always in my thoughts and heart.

Elspeth touched the writing, and tears slowly rolled down her face.

When she reached the last page, she could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears. In the diary's final

entry, Helena wrote: 'Dearest Elspeth. Perhaps, I've already passed on by the time you read this. It breaks my heart

to leave you without warning, but I had to do it for your sake. Your life is still blooming, and I no longer want to hold

you back. I wouldn't want that even if my illness was cured because you sacrificed your freedom. I love you more

than words could ever express. Is there a mother in this world who wouldn't cherish her daughter? Sometimes, life

is cruel, and we are forced to make impossible choices. For me, that choice was death in exchange for your

freedom. Even though I know we will never cross paths again in this life, please take comfort that I will always

watch you from a place you cannot see. My time was limited, and my illness was beyond cure.

Only Arthur could have cured me. I hastened my own illness so that I could leave before you arrived. Isabel has

been a faithful and loving companion to me. She has been patient and kind; I'm grateful for her presence. I know

she's working at Luna Bar, and I secretly allowed it because I knew it was your business. You will find her there, and

I hope you'll care for her. I trust that you will continue showing your kindness by looking after her as your little sister

long after I am gone. As you navigate this world without me, I hope you'll always stay true to yourself, never be

swayed by others' opinions, and never bow down to anyone. My daughter Elspeth is always in my thoughts and

heart. Forever your mother, Helena Joneson."

When Elspeth reached the end of the letter, her tears had wholly soaked the entire page. She was still a step too

late.

On the other hand, Gilbert, who had fondly remembered Helena as being kind to him since childhood, also felt

unbearable sorrow at her death. However, now he could not do anything, not even hold Elspeth in his arms and

comfort her. He could only approach her silently and pat her shoulder, saying, "Don't be sad. Miss Joneson also has

her own struggles. She wants you to be okay and not upset because of her."

Although he didn't know what was written in the letter, he could guess that Helena had done something self-

destructive from Elspeth's breakdown.

"My mom is ridiculous. She thinks I'm too dumb," she murmured and suddenly laughed. "Do you think I'm too

weak? What if, instead of being threatened by Arthur, I used his secrets as bargaining chips to get him to help my

sick mother?"

As he listened to her words, he felt something was off but still thought it made some sense.

"Although that's true—"

"I got it." Elspeth stood up and carefully closed the diary. "I know what to do now."

Gilbert noticed her change in emotion and was surprised. "What are you going to do?"

Hearing that, she turned her head. The tear marks on her face were distinct, but the sadness in her eyes had

dissipated instantly. "I want to become stronger."