NovelEnglishChapter 62 She'd aged quickly, these past several years.
"Oh, I'm fine... just caught a little cold, that's all." Seeing their return, Helen's face lit up with a smile.
"Grand-aunt, we're back!" Like an energetic little bunny, Hailey bounded over to her bedside, smiling sweetly.
"Ah, so I see! Here, lethave a look at you... ooh, what a pretty girl you are!" Helen's eyes shone with love, and she chuckled gently as she held Hailey's soft, round face in both hands. "Hello, grand-aunt," Julian said, coming up to her as well.
"Grand-aunt," Tristan echoed.
"We're here, grand-aunt!" Lilith chimed, squeezing her way to the front.
Helen was grinning from ear-to-ear, now. "Oh, everyone's here! Good, good... I've got a whole bunch of candy for you kids. I'll just go get it now..." She pulled aside her blanket and got out of bed, then headed over to the old wooden cabto retrieve a handful of small red candies, which she distributed amongst the four children.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was common for the villagers to exchange these candies whenever times were good. Helen had saved them all up to give to the children, whenever they cback.
The children gobbled up the candy happily, their smiles sweeter than honey.
"Thank you, Aunt Helen!" they all said together, like a choir of angels.
Helen suddenly appeared many years younger. "Why, it's nothing! You're all very welcome." Then the four children ran outside to play.
Helen watched them go, beaming with delight, until tears welled up in her eyes, drowning her heart in bottomless grief.
Her own daughter had been about their age, when Helen lost her...
If not for what had happened, she would be... how old, now? Willow plucked a tissue and hurried over to dab at her tears. "Aunt Helen, it's all in the past. I believe Yvette is in a better place now, somewhere out there, her soul at peace." Helen swallowed hard, and nodded. "Yes... it's been so many years, already. Life is hardest for those who remain alive." Willow felt her own heart falter, her own eyes stung by bitter tears.
As a mother herself, she felt she could understand what the pain would be like, to lose her own children.
As such, she shared every moment of Helen's torment, every ounce of her suffering.
Helen took the tissue from her, wiped away her own tears, and then steadied herself. "Let's tidy up a little, then go visit her grave. We shouldn't let her get lonely." Willow nodded.
Yvette Nason's final resting place was in the village graveyard.
There was no one else in sight. You had to follow a path out of the village to even find the place.
It was a narrow mud path.
The four children strode easily along this path, leading the way for the adults.
Full of spirit, Lara walked on her own. Helen, meanwhile, had Willow supporting her by the arm.
Before long, they arrived at the graveyard.
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In the city, graves were neatly constructed of concrete; in a farming village, they were mounds of earth, ve each one marked with a single stone slab with words but no photographs.
Willow and Helen laid sflowers before Yvette's headstone. Willow pulled away sweeds that had grown around the grave mound.
Samantha appeared. "Aunt Helen, I'm here to pay Yvette a visit." She spoke to Helen very politely.
Helen glanced at her, then nodded her head.
Samantha cto stand before Yvette's headstone, laid down a sizeable bouquet of flowers, and made a silent prayer to her departed cousin, begging forgiveness for misusing her nin that trick against Jasper. It was nothing personal against her. Surely Yvette understood, wherever she was now.
Knowing that this was the anniversary of Yvette's death, Samantha had deliberately made a trip back to the village, to ask her forgiveness for the way she'd used her name, in order to keep Jasper from finding out that the woman he'd slept with that night had actually been Willow. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce drove into the village.
In the back seat of the car was Jasper. He was in a serious mood.
Tyson stopped the car to ask a villager by the roadside, "Excuse me, where might I find the final resting place of Yvette Nason?"
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