The Divorcee Amazed the World

Even when the old lady celebrated her birthday, it was a simple affair with only a few close people invited to the old mansion for a meal to keep things low-key.

As Helena entered the room, everyone turned their gaze towards her.

Men and women alike were stunned by her beauty.

Helena was already beautiful without makeup, but with a touch of it, she became breathtaking. In her elegant dress, she resembled a celestial being descended to the mortal world.

Her flawless melon seed face was adorned with two finely arched dark eyebrows. Her large, sparkling eyes radiated charm.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

With a slender and graceful figure, she wore a long night-blue dress that trailed on the floor, adorned with numerous small diamonds, resembling scattered stars.

The lights and the starlight on her dress complemented each other, creating an ethereal atmosphere as she walked.

Jenny also noticed Helena and immediately welcomed her warmly, taking her arm and introducing her to everyone, “Let me introduce you all. This is my daughter-in-law, Helena.”

Everyone was surprised, and someone asked, “When did your son get married? Why didn’t you inform us?”

Jenny smiled, “It’s been three years since the marriage. We’ll have a wedding ceremony soon.”

A middle-aged lady in a purple evening gown, who was closer, observed Helena and praised, “So beautiful and elegant, she must be a daughter from some prestigious family.”

Helena’s eyes darkened slightly, and she was about to speak.

Jenny squeezed her hand and said, “Helena is the granddaughter of the ‘Restoration Saint’ Ken in ancient paintings, from a scholarly family.”

The lady in the purple evening gown was not familiar with antiques and naturally didn’t know about Ken’s reputation. Her expression subtly changed, and she said, “Coming from a scholarly family is also good.” Her tone, however, became noticeably indifferent.

The smiles on the faces of others also became somewhat ambiguous.

Sensitive to the change, Helena felt a bit uncomfortable, though she didn’t show it on her face.

Jenny led her inside and whispered in her ear, “Don’t mind those people; they are all quite vulgar and ignorant.”

Feeling warm inside, Helena smiled at Jenny, “Thank you, Mom, I’m fine.”

Jenny patted her shoulder, “That’s good. Sit here for a while, grab whatever you want to eat, and call a servant if you need anything. Willis will be here soon. I’ll go greet them first.”

Helena nodded slightly, “You go ahead, don’t worry about me.”

As Jenny walked away, Helena found a seat.

Having been married to Willis for three years, she had always kept a low profile. This was the first time she had been exposed to so many people.

Everyone present, except Jenny, was a stranger to her, making her feel a bit uneasy.

Helena took a glass of juice and sipped it lightly, scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind, “Oh, Helena is here today too. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The words were too piercing.

Helena’s scalp tingle slightly, and she turned to look.

A tall, slender woman in a black evening gown stood not far away. Well-maintained, her true age was hard to discern. With a long and thin face, high cheekbones, and a bit of sharpness in her features, she was Willis’s aunt, Amanda Santana.

Helena stood up, smiling politely, “Hello, Auntie.”

Amanda, holding a glass of red wine, walked over in high heels, squinting at her, “This little girl must have burned incense for eight lifetimes to marry my nephew. Money, family background, appearance, and demeanor, everything is outstanding.”

Helena smiled faintly, not humble or overbearing, “Willis is outstanding, but I’m not inferior either.”

“You are not inferior, but your family cannot compare. Tsk, you can’t match our Santana family,” Amanda sneered, sipping her wine.

Helena endured it for a moment and said calmly, ” Willis treats me well. Not only Willis, but grandfather, grandmother, mom, and Nancy also respect me a lot.”

Amanda, not expecting Helena to be assertive despite her gentle appearance, became angry, “That’s because they’ve cultivated you well. You may not be up to par. Don’t try to embellish yourself!”

Suddenly, a stern male voice sounded, “Helena doesn’t need to embellish herself. She’s a treasure by herself, more than enough for me!”

Helena turned her head at the sound.

A tall and handsome man in a dark suit, with deep contours and striking features, walked over with broad steps.

Stopping in front of her, he stood tall and looked down at Amanda, saying word by word, “My woman, it’s not the place for an aunt to criticize and interfere!”

Amanda’s face turned iron blue, and she couldn’t say a word.

“Darling, you’re here,” Helena raised her eyes, running towards him, holding her dress.