My Wife Is A Seer

The voice came from upstairs and it was no other than Hugo.

Hugo was the husband of Lyla, the biological father of Rebecca. He was 48 years old and had two marriages, Lyla was his second wife. He had many other bedfellows, but only Lyla had been successful in getting pregnant. He married Lyla because he wanted Lyla to give him a son, but …… he did not like Helena.

That Lyla did not like Helena was obvious.

His dislike for Helena was veiled: outwardly he appeared to like her, but inwardly he disliked her immensely.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Knowing this, Helena had never been too close to him and barely had much conversation. After graduating from university, Lyla forced her to work for the Yip Group, wanting her to keep an eye on Hugo, but the more she did, the more disgusting she found. Hugo was a scum, always spending the night out and always calling his bedmate to the office.

He had no regard for feelings, no affection, only self and profit in his eyes.

When there was no interest, he would let Lyla beat Helena. When there was interest, he would interfere. So when he interfered at this moment, it must have been a matter of interest.

Helena got ready to defend herself.

He walked down the steps, saying: “Will you solve the problem by hitting her? Since so, why did you freeze the bank card, sell the car and call her back? Lyla, you can’t educate your children at home, you can’t work outside to earn money, what use do I have for you?”

Lyla was furious and gave her another vicious slap, “Are you satisfied now?”

With her hands tied, Helena was powerless to resist and not wanting to retort: they acted in front ot her.

Hugo walked up to her and his tone was not cold: “Helena, your mother is not good-tempered, so don’t try to get her angry. No matter what, Rebecca is my daughter, whether you like her or not, she is the heir to the Yip family. You are not my own daughter, but you have consumed my real money and her nurturing heart and soul, you must repay this kindness.”

Helena spat out a mouthful of blood and lifted her lips in a sneer: “Dad, Mom, I want to ask: did I come to the Yip family as a daughter because I wanted to? Why did I appear in the Yip family? Why did I become your adopted daughter? Don’t you all have any idea in your hearts?”

Hugo and Lyla looked at each other and their faces sullen at the same time.

Helena was already hurt, was she still afraid of being hurt even more? She went out on a limb and said all that she had previously avoided and dared not say. They all had to be unhappy together, why let her be unhappy alone?

“Dad’s ex-wife’s name is Emily Murray.”

“Emily Murray was Dad’s childhood friend, she loved him with all her heart and soul and supported him in his business ventures. Countless times when dad couldn’t hold on, she was the one who struggled to carry the load and eventually created the Yip Group.”

“Mum was Emily’s most trusted best friends, she was not a bit defensive of Mum. When she was too busy, Mum would give her a hand. But Mum climbed into Dad’s bed and ended up in a forced marriage.”

Emily was heartbroken, but did not think about revenge. She resigned herself to her fate and her blindness.

It was Hugo who wouldn’t let her go and harassed her day in and day out. When Lyla found out about it, she went over there, calling Emily a shameless mistress who had seduced her husband in the street. Emily was furious and took revenge.

She found connections and bought an abandoned baby, which was now Helena.

She found connections and bribed the doctors and nurses at the hospital to stuff baby Helena to Lyla, and carried baby Rebecca away to an orphanage out of the province, where she was adopted by a countryside couple who could not have children. The couple then accidentally became pregnant and gave birth to a son. As a result, Rebecca’s already poor quality of life dropped.

However, this matter would have been known only to a few of the parties involved, and if Emily had not said anything, they would never have known for the rest of their lives. But people who made fuss love to make fuss.