She wanted to tell her that even if she was not worthy of her son in any way, her son would marry her regardless, and there was nothing she, his mother, could do to stop it.

After Leanne Richards imagined this scenario, she naturally interpreted the courteous smile on Helen Melendy’s face as ridicule.

Her face twisted in anger as she abruptly stood up from the sofa and pointed at Helen among her confused gaze, saying:

“Helen Melendy, if you had even a shred of self-awareness, you should leave my son voluntarily instead of shamelessly entangling with him.”

Hearing Leanne Richards use the words “shamelessly” to ridicule her, Helen’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

She felt that recently she had clearly kept a certain distance from Harry Hall. When did she shamelessly entangle with him?

She felt that Leanne’s hostility toward her was very deep, and such hostility was obviously not formed overnight.

Perhaps, during those nine years, she often tried to separate her from her “male god,” Harry, but failed. That might be why it accumulated to this day?

Helen could only understand it this way.

Regarding her relationship with Harry, with no memory of it, Helen felt more like a bystander at this moment.

Having stepped out from her role as one of the involved parties, she could better understand Leanne’s exasperated mindset.

No one would wish for their son to marry someone completely unworthy of him.

So, although Leanne’s words were unpleasant, Helen could still understand them.

She looked at Leanne, wanting to righteously declare that she would not entangle herself with Harry Hall.

But thinking of the cautious way Harry would approach her, with eyes filled with the hope of being closer to her, she found herself unable to say it.

“I tolerated it before, since my son was determined to marry you, I couldn’t keep stopping him, lest it damage our mother-son relationship.”

Leanne expressed the previous warnings from Harry in a lofty manner.

“But now, Helen Melendy, look at what you are now.”

She pointed to her legs, her disdain even more glaring.

Following her gaze, Helen looked at her legs, still without feeling, and instinctively wanted to defend herself, saying her legs would recover.

But Leanne didn’t give her the chance.

Leanne continued:

“You’ll never walk again in this lifetime. Do you think the Hall Family can afford the shame of marrying a cripple into our family? Or do you just want to shamelessly drag my son down with you?”

Leanne’s words were harsh, and even though Helen understood her maternal protectiveness, at this moment, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mrs. Hall, I respect you as an elder and have tolerated your harsh words repeatedly, but I ask you to respect yourself. Since you pride yourself on being a noble family lady, please show some of that class.”

Helen’s expression turned cold.

Leanne, hit directly back, grew even angrier.

She coldly looked at Helen and laughed:

“What? Did I say something wrong? Or do you seriously think that your legs have a chance of standing again in this lifetime?”

Helen wanted to say that she could stand again; as long as she intensified her rehabilitation training, standing up was only a matter of time.

She had lived in an orphanage since childhood, learned to be independent, and endured much greater hardships. She firmly believed that she could persevere through her rehabilitation.

And at this moment, Leanne could also read the meaning hidden in her silence and let out a sneer.

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