Chapter 2

She got in the first car. The driver was Ramses, and there was nobody else in the car.

Helle didn't speak and looked out of the window with mixed feelings. Her mother passed away when she was young, and she lived with his father in this small town for many years. Two months ago, her father got ill and passed away, and he wished Helle could have a good marriage.

Helle had long known that her father had arranged her marriage with his friend Mr. Wimbleson, and she didn't want it at all. But this was her father's last wish, so she could only agree.

None of them spoke along the way. Later, they arrived at the door of a beautiful villa.

Helle got out of the car and walked into the villa with five men.

A lady was sitting on the sofa. Elvis complained as soon as he entered the house, "Mom, we're back! I'm exhausted."

Mrs. Wimbleson smiled at her five sons and asked the servant to prepare tea. Then, she looked behind them and saw Helle.

She looked at her from head to toe. The girl was not as ugly and fat as in the photo. On the contrary, she was gorgeous.

Mrs. Wimbleson sneered and said sarcastically, "You're Helle, right? You even got plastic surgery to marry into our family. You're indeed well-prepared."

Mr. Wimbleson was the one who arranged this marriage. Nobody else in the entire Wimbleson family was satisfied with Helle, but they couldn't convince Mr. Wimbleson.

"Auntie, I haven't had plastic surgery."

Mrs. Wimbleson snorted and saw the butler carrying Helle's luggage. She immediately said, "Jacob, open the luggage and check it."

A trace of coldness flashed across Helle's eyes. "Auntie, this is mine."

"Of course I know it's yours. That's why I should check it. You came from a small town. I'm afraid that you might bring something dangerous into our family."

Then, she gave Jacob a glance.

The five sons sat leisurely on the sofa, and no one wanted to help Helle. After all, they all hated her coming.

Just when Jacob was about to open her luggage, Helle dragged it over.

She said coldly without expression, "No one can touch my stuff."

Mrs. Wimbleson stood up angrily.

"Huh. Are you feeling guilty because you brought something dangerous? I have to see it today."

Then, she called the bodyguards immediately.

The five sons all put down their phones when they saw Helle surrounded by several bodyguards. They thought Helle would panic and give in, but she didn't. Instead, she looked calm.

When the bodyguard was about to grab Helle's luggage, a man shouted at the door.

"Stop!"

Mr. Wimbleson was back.

He hurried forward and looked at Helle with concern. "Helle, are you okay? I'm sorry. I had a meeting in the company, and I just came back."

"I'm okay, Uncle Diego." Helle shook her head.

Mr. Wimbleson turned to look at his wife.

"What are you doing? Helle has just arrived, and you treat her like this?"

"What's the matter with me? I just want to see if she brought any dirty things in!"

Mrs. Wimbleson glanced at Helle in disgust, then she didn't want to argue anymore and went upstairs directly.

Mr. Wimbleson sighed. "I'm sorry, Helle. She might have misunderstood you, and I'll explain to her."

Helle shook her head. Over the years, there had been many people who had prejudiced against her.

Mr. Wimbleson said to the bodyguards and servants, "Helle will live here from now on, and you are not allowed to disrespect her."

Then, he turned around to look at his five sons on the sofa.

"And you. Don't bully Helle, and don't watch her being bullied."

The five were silent and didn't understand why their father liked Helle so much...