Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 702: Where Did The Photos ComeFrom 

George's POV:

"Mrs.Affleck just showed up on her own and said she wanted to visit my father.I didn't bring her to Helen.She went to see her by herself.Don’t worry.She didn't make things difficult for her,"

Velma blabbered in haste as I pressed her.I couldn't find the slightest loophole in her words, but I knew my mother very well that she couldn't have gone to Velma's father for no reason.

Helen and I tried to be as careful as possible.How did my mother find out about us?

"Did she recommend Helen to Leeson Holdings?" I asked, holding myself back.

Why did she see Helen alone? How much did she know about our relationship? Why did she introduce new clients to Helen instead of telling her who she was? A million questions burned at the back of my mind.I couldn't figure out what could be my mother's intention, leaving me at a loss.

"I don't know.Maybe your mother meant well.She even exchanged contact details with Helen after she heard that she was a lawyer,"

Velma excused, clearing herself of responsibility.

"How did she know that I was with Helen?" I pried further, pinpointing the key point of the matter.

We never announced our marriage to the public.

Helen had her qualms about people catching wind of our secret, so she strictly maintained her distance from me outside our home.She never approached me unless necessary.

Despite our efforts, rumors still spread one after another.

The only saving grace was they simply thought we were dating or something.

"Look, I have no idea.Someone sent some photos of you with Helen to Mrs.Affleck.She came to me as soon as she received those photos.Even so, you can rest assured I didn't snitch on your marriage to her.I promise!" she insisted.

"Photos? I don't understand."

Helen and I didn't take pictures, hardly ever.

"Yes, you were captured being intimate, much more in the videos.The person behind this may be your rival in love or spites the Affleck family.Anyway, they are definitely up to no good," Velma explained in a low voice after giving me a wary look.

Hearing this, I immediately thought of Jane.She was the only one who had the opportunity to snap our private moments and the motivation to do so.

"I've told you the whole story, even if Mrs.Affleck asked me to keep mum about this.Besides, as I said, she didn't give Helen a hard time.She even offered her a job.Maybe it’s not as bad as you think.Anyway, I have a scene to shoot, so I should be going now!"

Velma dismissed, her voice trailing off, filled with guilt.I could tell.

Getting the answer we wanted, Kendal and I drove back home, albeit with dampened spirits, worse than our mood when we came earlier.

Of all the people my Helen could meet, it had to be my mother.I clung to the hope that the woman could be any elder acquainted with Velma.

She only confirmed my fear.I hadn't brought my wife home for a reason.I knew my parents, especially my mother.

She had never been a gentle and tolerant woman.

To expect her to accept Helen was far from reality.

At any rate, my parents would eventually discover our relationship, hence my plan of confessing to them after the election.

It would be best if I could get their consent and blessing.

If not, I wouldn't compromise easily.

However, my mother had gone to see Helen as soon as she learned about us.I felt queasy.

Helen and I had no solid foundation to begin with.I'm afraid our love for each other wouldn't stand my mother's wrath.I went home anxious to my core.

Realizing it was too late to discuss this, I gave up, so I greeted my parents as usual and headed to my bedroom.

Maybe I should take the night off and deal with my mother tomorrow.I crashed onto my bed, tossing and turning until the break of dawn, unable to sleep a wink.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

"George, I had the cook make your favorite breakfast.Come and join us."

It was already early in the morning, huh? I got up to wash up before going downstairs.

By the time I reached the dining area, it was eerily quiet. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Neither of us spoke.It was like the calm before the storm.Once we finished our meal, I looked up at her.

"Mom, shall we talk in the study?" My father had left for work after breakfast, so it was just my mother and me.

"Sure," my mother replied.

She instructed the maid to clean the table as she walked towards the study.I couldn't read any emotion on her face.

"Mom, I remember when I came home last time, I told you to stay out of my business," I reminded her when we were alone in the room.

Starting with that might incite some reaction from her.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм

"What happened? Why would you say that now?"

She sat gracefully on the sofa, brushing a gentle glance at me.I considered sitting down and having a good talk with her if only I could disregard her pretense.

Then I changed my mind.

"It was during that holiday you investigated both Jane and Lucy, plus you set up a meeting for me and Josie without my prior knowledge.I believe I was clear at that time.Even if you are my mother, you can't police my affairs again and again.It seems you ignored my plea and went to Helen," I clarified, stressing about her snooping on every girl involved with me.

"Miss Dewar? It was not like I deliberately approached her.I chanced upon her when I visited Mr.Collins in Spacetime Finance.We just chatted a little.ls there anything wrong?"

She carefully chose her words.

My mother had always been thorough.

Each time, I kept failing to uncover proof of her impure motives, her every move meticulously calculated.

"Where did you get the photos?" I implored, knowing that the conversation was going to get me nowhere.

"So you also knew about the photos? I admit I received some photos and had someone look into them.The sender was so cunning that I couldn't trace them." I sensed the uneasiness in her tone.

The photos were one thing, but if the person behind this meant to attack the Affleck family, as Velma suspected, there would be alarming consequences.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм

It was a critical time in my father's election.My mother would not let anything smear our family name.

"Could you show me the photos?" I asked.