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Arslan was furious about Helena's disgusting behaviour today. What's so difficult about granting a divorce that he asked for so nicely? The reason he gave was also quite reasonable. If Helena feels hurt, she should be aware of her role in this house. Compared to this woman next to him, Helena meant nothing.

"Why did you stop Helena, dear?" asked Tiara with an annoyed look. She deliberately stopped Arslan from approaching Helena. Even though her wishes and goals were soon achieved, she could not let go easily if Arslan was still thinking about Helena.

"I need to talk to her for a moment, darling."

Tiara frowned. Arslan gave Tiara's flushed cheek a gentle pat. And the intimate kiss that Arslan shamelessly gave, even in front of her family. That made Tiara blush. "You embarrass me, darling."

"It's only for a moment and it may be the last time I see Helena. Don't worry." Arslan smiled slightly.

"What exactly are you going to do, Arslan?" asked Mirna in an unhappy voice. "Let the woman go. You don't need to think about that anymore. Think of Tiara and her health."

"What Mum said is right, Arslan." Yori echoed her mother's words. Her eyes looked at Helena, who continued to walk away from them. "She's not a woman you need to keep."

Meanwhile, Michael, caught in the middle of this family drama, could only watch carefully to see what was really happening. He also felt sorry for the woman who was dragging her suitcase away. The treatment of the Yori family was quite alarming. What exactly had Helena done to them to be treated so rudely?

Michael wanted to protest, but realised that he was just an outsider to the family.

"I don't want to be a burden in the future." Arslan picked up the blank cheque still lying on the table. This cheque already belonged to Helena. What she would do with it later was up to her. Think of it as a reward for accompanying her all this time. At least Arslan didn't want to be labelled as a husband who abandoned his ex-wife. Arslan remembered that when he decided to marry Helena, she came from a village far from the city centre. Her life was ordinary.

That is why Arslan decided to divorce her. Since Helena had no influence in the business world, he knew that a great businessman has a wife who has the influence to support her husband's steps.

"Burden?" asked Mirna in surprise. Although Arslan had hurried to catch up with Helena, Mirna still didn't understand what Arslan meant. Until... "Where's the cheque?"

"What cheque, Mum?" asked Tiara in surprise. "Isn't there just divorce papers?"

"Haven't you seen them, Tiara?" Mirna chuckled. "Arslan wants to give Helena a cheque."

Tiara growled in annoyance, while Mirna was even more annoyed.

"Why is Arslan being so generous? I don't think it's necessary," Tiara said in a desperate tone. "Her life in this house is already secured. If she returns to her humble family, isn't that her destiny?"

"I agree with you, Tiara," Yori said immediately. "I would rather use this money to fill my shopping bag."

Michael didn't know how to react to his friend's words. Why did he seem so condescending to others who were perhaps... not on her level?

"I have to catch up with Arslan. That woman is getting what she doesn't deserve." Mirna caught up with Arslan immediately.

Helena took out her mobile phone. She wanted to make sure she was picked up on time. She didn't want to stay in this house. Not only did her heart feel tight, but she felt so disappointed in the treatment of everyone who lived there. Even though Helena had always given in and never argued. Especially with Arslan, who is getting colder every day and gives the impression that Helena is being ignored, but Helena is still patient. Always thinking about whether Arslan might be tired of working. Not thinking about the possibility that Arslan has cheated on her and betrayed her like this.

"Are you deaf?" asks Arslan in a desperate tone. His big steps had already caught up with Helena. He stood in front of the woman, intimidated. His eyes bulged with disapproval as Helena completely ignored them.

"What do you want again?" asked Helena as she looked up. She met Arslan's gaze without the slightest fear. She had not forgotten the pain on her cheek after her ex-husband had slapped her, but this time Helena was brave. If she was afraid, Arslan would feel even more victorious over her.

"I don't want to owe you anything." He held out the cheque he had given Helena earlier. "Take it. For the rest of your life."

Helena looked at the cheque with a sad expression. Then she went back to staring at Arslan with her hands crossed, not accepting Arslan's treatment, which she found very humiliating.

"Why?" Arslan frowned slightly. "The nominal is not appropriate?" He grinned. "Then I'll change it. I really don't want anything more to do with you, Helena."

"I don't need a cent from you, Arslan."

The man laughed. "Are you sure?" He shook his head in surprise. "You need money to keep going. Just take it. Because I don't want any more drama from you suddenly coming in and disturbing my peaceful life. Asking for alimony to support your life after you leave this house."

Helena clucked. "Your imagination is high."

The cheque was still held out to her, but a second later it was snatched away by Mirna.

"What the hell, Arslan?" Mirna snarled in annoyance, glaring at Helena in despair. "You don't have to feel sorry for this woman."

Arslan rubbed his temples for a moment. "Madam," he called in a patient tone. "I want nothing more to do with Helena. If I give it to her now, we won't have to see her again in the future. I don't care what she does with the cheque. What I do know is that if Helena acts recklessly, I'll be exposed to future risks. Could it be when we have a business meeting? It would be embarrassing for me, Mum."

Mirna seemed to think for a moment. "You're right."

"That's why I forced Helena to accept it. After that we no longer need to meet. My business with Helena is over. I can concentrate on Tiara's pregnancy and some of my unfinished business."

"You really are a wise son," Mirna complimented Arslan. She also looked at the amount on the cheque. "Well... I guess there's no harm in sharing. Besides, you won't fall into poverty because of this cheque, Arslan."

Arslan smiled faintly, but when he looked at Helena, it was again stern and sharp, as if Helena were prey to be pounced upon.

"Take pity on my son," Mirna said sarcastically. "And never show your face in our presence."

Helena couldn't help but wonder what their hearts were made of. Her hands were clenched tightly, squeezing the hem of the cotton dress she was wearing. Her eyes stared wide at the check in front of her.

"Come on, hurry up!" Mirna urged Helena.

"Don't try my patience, Helena." This time Arslan spoke again.

"Okay." Helena smiled broadly. Her heart had hurt too much to shed any more tears, and trembling, she took the cheque and... tore it into tiny pieces. Then she threw the pieces at her ex-husband and ex-mother-in-law.

"What are you doing, Helena?" cried Mirna in shock.

Arslan had never expected Helena to do such a stupid thing.

And just like that, a black luxury SUV approached them. A man in a neat suit, well built and wearing sunglasses. He looked eerily like the personal bodyguard of an important official or businessman who controlled an important economic sector.

"Good afternoon, Miss Adeli-"

Helena raised her hand and asked the man not to continue. "Bring my suitcase."

"Is that all, Miss?" the man asked with a respectful bow.

"I don't need anything more than the contents of this case." Helena glanced sarcastically at the two people who were still staring at her in amazement, surprise and... disbelief. What on earth was going on? was what they must have thought in this suddenly strange situation.

Helena just walked away without saying another word. She had already been dumped, hadn't she? Why should the rubbish turn around and expect the thrower to pick it up again? Tsk! What a sad life.

But no. Helena would not forget her treatment. She'll make sure they all regret the words that hurt her. Especially Arslan.