The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1174

Even though Helma was indeed guilty as charged, the fact that Heidi exposed her right in her face still caused her expression to turn ugly.

“Heidi, what are you trying to achieve here?” she demanded.

“What do you mean?” Heidi put her hand over her swollen cheek as she grinned. “Helma, I only have a simple favor to ask. I want you to squash the scandal for me.”

She was perfectly aware that her reputation was ruined after those photos were leaked to the public.

Without someone else's help, she would never be able to turn things around.

Instead of begging others to help her resolve the crisis, it would be better to seek the aid of her half- sister.

Helma immediately understood the implication of Heidi's words. “Are you threatening me?”

“Helma, I'm your younger sister.” Heidi shrugged as she stared at Helma unblinkingly. “Since we're siblings, it's only natural for you to help me out. I'm sure I don't have to threaten you to do that. Likewise, it's only natural for me to protect your secrets. You've never threatened me before, yet I kept my mouth shut without you asking me. It's time for you to reciprocate the gesture.”

Her swollen cheek did nothing to hide the malicious glint in her eyes.

“What will you do if I refuse to help you?” Helma asked.

“Then, I will divulge the facts that I know.” Heidi raised her brows smugly. In a composed manner, she added, “Maybe Samuel will let me off the hook once I show him the bad things you did.”

The muscles on Helma's face became evidently tauter as she stood unmoving in the same spot.

A few minutes went by, but there was still no response from her end.

Heidi gradually became impatient, and she said, “My dear sister, what is your decision? I don't have much patience, so please don't let me wait any longer—”

“You don't need to.”

When Heidi noticed Helma had the inclination to agree with her suggestion, glee crept up to her face.

“Helma, I know you would never give up on me. After all, we are sisters—”

Before she could finish her last sentence, a sharp fruit knife was thrust into her chest under her gaze. Following the dull pain, warm blood began oozing out of her body continuously.

“Y-You...” Heidi instinctively put her hand over her wound. Like a fish on the verge of death, her eyes became as wide as saucers. “Helma... H-How could you try to kill me?”

Helma's mind was blank when she stabbed Heidi in the chest earlier.

She was aware that the latter was not joking around with her. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The woman before her eyes was threatening her for real.

Should Helma fail to do as Heidi said, her crime of setting Natalie up would be exposed to the public.

Whether or not Samuel found out about her involvement was none of her concern. She merely did not want Bastien to know about it.

Wanting to shut Heidi up, Helma grabbed the fruit knife from the table in hopes of frightening her. By the time she realized what had happened, the blade was already buried in Heidi's chest.

Since she had stabbed Heidi, there was no turning back from then on.

Even though Helma's hands were trembling, a hint of cruelty flashed across her eyes.

“You brought this upon yourself, Heidi!” she stated.

Meanwhile, Heidi glared at her half-sister in incredulity. In the face of death, she could not resist pleading for a chance of survival. “Hel... Helma, please... help me... I don't... want to die... Save me...”

Helma ignored her pleas.

All she did was watch as Heidi writhed in agony and weakened like a wilting flower.

Even though Heidi was dying before her, she witnessed the whole process apathetically.

Oh please. I've never acknowledged her as my younger sister. I can tolerate her existence as long as she doesn't cause me harm. The moment she does something to threaten my life, I will not show her mercy. It's great that she's gone now.

As Heidi had long dismissed the housekeepers, no one was there to witness the crime.

When Geert returned, he found his beautiful younger daughter lying in a pool of blood on the carpet like a broken rag doll, while his older daughter was holding a blood-stained fruit knife with her face splattered with blood. It was as if she had walked out of hell.