The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 186: [ Volume 1] Chaper 186-Wedding.

Helga’s gaze softened, but her words were no less intense. She crouched down slightly, speaking to Aron in a voice that was unexpectedly gentle. "Listen, you don’t have to worry. Just say it. Say she kidnapped you, and I swear—I’ll bury her with my own hands." Her tone was chilling in its softness.

Aron’s eyes widened in shock, but it was Esme who reacted first. "Excuse me?" she spluttered, disbelief clear in her voice. "Do you think I’m the type of person who kidnaps someone?"

Helga turned to Esme, slowly looking her up and down with a scrutinizing glare. "You are."

Esme recoiled as if she’d been physically struck, her expression one of exaggerated hurt. It was as if Helga’s words had shot straight through her heart. She dramatically collapsed to the ground, clutching at her chest with mock anguish. "How could you do this to me? I am such a sweet, innocent, weak girl," she whimpered, her voice full of false sorrow.

Both Aron and Helga stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. Aron could barely contain himself, biting back the urge to shout, Weak girl? You? He wanted to remind everyone who had taken down seven women in a fight without breaking a sweat. But he held back, still not fully understanding the dynamic between Helga and Esme.

After what seemed like an endless back-and-forth, Helga finally, albeit reluctantly, believed Aron’s version of events. But there was still a trace of suspicion in her eyes. Without saying a word, she reached for a glass of water sitting on the side table by the door. Aron watched, his curiosity piqued as Helga grabbed the glass and, without warning, tossed its contents right over Esme, drenching her from head to toe.

Esme, soaked and blinking in shock, stared up at Helga, her face a perfect picture of disbelief. Her eyes clearly screamed, What the hell was that for?

Helga remained calm, her expression unbothered. "You had dirt on you," she said evenly, "so I’m washing it off."

Aron had to press a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. He glanced down at Esme, who was still sprawled on the ground, wet and stunned. The absurdity of the whole situation hit him all at once. What the hell, he thought, this girl really knows how to turn things upside down.

After that day, Aron slowly began to piece together the truth behind Helga’s extended absences. It hadn’t been because she was sick or avoiding him, as he had initially feared.

Instead, she had been deeply entangled in her own family matters, desperately trying to locate and reconnect with them. The revelation hit him harder than he expected, filling him with a sense of guilt for not having noticed her struggles sooner. How could he have been so blind to her pain,

when she had been by his side for so long? It pained him to realize how self-absorbed he had been in his assumptions. Yet, alongside that guilt was a strange sense of comfort—a recognition that Helga, too, had a family she was bound to, even if that bond was fraught with difficulty.

It mirrored his own yearning for connection and softened the deep loneliness that had always been a part of him. She wasn’t as different from him as he had once thought, and in that realization, he found a quiet companionship.

Esme, on the other hand, had always been more elusive about her family. She had one, of course, but she had never been tied to them in the same way Helga or Aron were. Her independence ran deep. She lived outside of their influence, a free spirit who chose her own path.

Only during festivals or special events did Esme return to her family, as if those moments were enough to maintain the threads of connection. The rest of her days, however, were spent with Helga and Aron.

It was clear, even without words, that her bond with them was far stronger than any tie she had to her blood relatives. Esme found her home in their company, and over time, Aron realized that the three of them were forming a kind of chosen family—an unspoken agreement that they would be there for each other, come what may.

For Aron, who had been too frail for so much of his life to venture far beyond his comfort zone, this new reality changed everything. He began to explore the world more, testing the limits of his newfound strength. Esme was a constant source of support, not only emotionally but practically, too. She funded his studies, provided for his medical treatments, and made sure he never felt like a burden.

Helga’s gentle encouragement pushed him to believe in his own potential, but it was Esme’s fierce dedication that gave him the resources to actually pursue it.

Perhaps it was the change in his environment or perhaps it was the steady presence of Helga and Esme, but Aron’s health started to improve.

He was still prone to illness, yes, but the terrifying loneliness that had once gripped him during those vulnerable moments had vanished.

Now, even when he fell sick, he was never truly alone. If Helga wasn’t by his bedside, reading to him or quietly keeping him company, Esme would be there in her place, making sure he had everything he needed.

It was a delicate balance, one that had developed naturally over time, but it was clear that between the two of them, Aron had found a kind of security he had never thought possible. The isolation of his early life had given way to something richer—a sense of belonging that filled the empty spaces inside him.

For the first time, he felt like he was part of something bigger, like he was cared for in ways that went beyond just physical health. It was as though, in Helga and Esme, he had found the family he had always been searching for, even if it didn’t look like the one he had once imagined.