The maid pushed open the door to Helena's study, intending to serve tea for the young lady.

A girl in a black long dress was sitting at her desk, her hand propping up her fair cheek and the other holding a letter as she read. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she put down the letter, gesturing for the maid to put the teacup on the table.

For some reason, the maid stared at her blankly.

It was just a moment of hesitation, and Helena caught it sharply. She raised her eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Helena had a cold and gorgeous appearance, and when she looked at someone without a smile, it created an inexplicable sense of oppression that made people feel uneasy.

The maid couldn't bear her gaze and directly confessed her thoughts: "I, I was just thinking that the young lady seems to be in a good mood..."

It should be known that when Helena didn't need to socialize, she was always indifferent. Even if someone sent her good news or jokes in a letter, she would not show the slightest expression on her face, thinking it was a waste of emotion.

Only matters related to the young master... now the Duke, would cause Helena to have obvious emotional ups and downs.

But just now, when the maid entered the room, she clearly saw that when Helena looked up, her red lips formed a faint smile— this was extremely rare on Helena, so she couldn't help but be taken aback.

After hearing the maid's answer, Helena's ice-blue eyes widened, and she subconsciously retorted: "How is that possible? What happened today that would make me happy?"

She told Landon not to go looking for the Saint Lady, but not only did he go, but he also caused some trouble that seemed to make the Saint Lady want to cut ties with him.

Her head was about to explode.

No matter how she thought about it, it was all bad news, so where on earth did the maid see her being happy?

The maid hesitated and said, "It's just that the young lady seemed to have smiled just now..."

Helena firmly said: "Impossible."

The letter she had just read was sent by a young countess, asking subtly within a bunch of flowery words, if Landon really intended to break off ties with the Saint Lady...

With such a letter, it was already nice of her not to be angry enough to call Landon to question him, how could she possibly smile?!

Seeing Helena so determined, the maid also began to doubt herself.

Had she really seen it wrong?

"Never mind, you go first. Remember to tell me when Landon comes back."

Relieved, the maid hastily bowed and left the room.

But there was no need for someone else to inform her, as Landon went straight to look for Helena as soon as he returned to the duke's mansion.

"Helena, we need to talk."

As Landon spoke, he handed out his cane and, with the maid's help, opened his arms to take off his outer garment, revealing the white shirt underneath.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, sitting down on the sofa, gesturing for Helena to join him.

Helena sat across from Landon, her expression serious: "I think we do need to talk, Landon. What exactly happened between you and the Saint Lady today—"

As soon as Landon heard the beginning, he felt a headache coming on.

"If it's a lecture, you can stop now. I don't want to hear it."

Landon said bluntly.

"Maybe in your eyes, I'm a hopeless case, but I know what I'm doing, and I've never thought myself wrong. You can continue not to believe me, but I hope you understand that if you couldn't change me in the past, you certainly can't now."

Helena's chest tightened: "Landon, I'm doing this for your own good..."

"Don't waste your energy on me anymore. With that time, you can fully relax and enjoy yourself just like any other noble lady..."

Helena's chest rose and fell dramatically, and due to her upbringing, she tried hard to control her emotions. However, her trembling voice still betrayed her inner turmoil.

"How can I do that?! How can I be like those noble ladies?!"

Was there really no difference between her and those noble ladies who only knew how to enjoy themselves, competing in makeup and jewelry, and snooping for eligible men every day, in Landon's eyes?!

Her ice-blue eyes stared intently at Landon, her gaze seeking recognition, and her intense will even gave her a somewhat neurotic appearance.Landon was stunned by her look for a moment, feeling somewhat puzzled inside. He thought Helena would just ignore what he was saying like before, put on a stern face, and scold him with the authority of a parent... Why did she suddenly get so emotional? Did he say anything strange just now? He just wanted Helena to relax a bit and not be so tired! Was there anything wrong with that?! In the past, under Cain's guidance, Landon did feel that Helena was trying to take power from him. But now, with his past life memories restored and his mind clear, he knew that Helena was working so hard out of necessity... Why would Helena react so strongly when he told her to rest? It didn't seem to be simply because she thought he was incapable. Judging from the content of her words, she mainly seemed unwilling to be compared to other noble daughters. Landon felt that there was a subtle discrepancy between Helena's character and his own perception, as well as the character in the game... Was it his illusion?

Not understanding a woman's heart, Landon decided not to think about it any further. He thought it was exhausting to figure out others' thoughts and didn't want Helena to guess his intentions, so he just said whatever he had in mind: "You are indeed better than those ladies, but I don't like you making decisions on your own, like today with Flora...When someone from the Holy Maiden party came, you should have found someone to inform me first, instead of making a decision without my consent."

Helena still wanted to defend herself, "I just worried that-"

Landon had said all that he wanted to say, and did not wait for Helena's response. He just got up, leaning on the table. "I've grown up, Helena. I can take responsibility for my actions...I am not your responsibility, and you don't have to worry about me. Just take care of yourself from now on."

At that moment, Helena's face turned pale as if she had been struck by lightning. He had given up trying to persuade her and let her understand his thoughts. He was determined to let her go and keep her away from his world... But how could she allow that? Landon didn't know anything, he always caused trouble, and he needed her help... Yes, Landon needed me, Landon needed me, Landon needed me, Landon needed me...

Watching Landon's retreating figure, her emotions suddenly broke down, and she stood up abruptly. "You need me Landon! You can't do without me... What can you do without me? You're always causing trouble and flirting with other girls... You can't do it, you're not capable... So let me-"

Landon's footsteps hesitated for a moment, but under Helena's sudden outburst of eager eyes, he didn't look back. He just sighed and continued to walk away.

Helena collapsed back onto the sofa, her pretty face pale, her neatly arranged hair scattered with loose strands due to her violent movements, making her look somewhat disheveled. Her trembling hand tried to touch the tea cup, but she accidentally knocked it over instead.

This accident shattered any facade of dignity she had.

Helena suddenly raised her hand and began to smash everything in her sight. The maids outside exchanged glances and were relieved when they saw the old housekeeper coming. The old housekeeper kindly told them, "I'll take care of this, you can all leave now." The maids couldn't wait to leave hurriedly.

Listening to the commotion in the study, the old housekeeper shook his head, waiting for the noise to subside before pushing the door and entering.

He looked at Helena, who was disheveled, and was muttering to herself with a somewhat crazy look in her eyes, and sighed. "Miss Helena... You're really more and more like the Duchess now."

Helena's movements came to an abrupt halt.