Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1029

Helen arranged her tools on the bedside table. After meticulously disinfecting the hose and the knife, she cut the hose into two pieces—one long and one short.

She inserted one end of the long hose into a half-full bottle of whiskey, pushing it to the bottom. The short hose was placed slightly into the bottle's opening, and she sealed the connection with adhesive tape.

With her makeshift equipment ready, Helen used the fruit knife to carefully cut open Johnny's shirt. She made an incision just below the second rib on his left side and inserted the other end of the long hose into the wound.

Almost immediately, bubbles started forming at the end of the hose inside the whiskey bottle.

Within seconds, Johnny took a sudden, deep breath. Though still unconscious, his breathing had resumed, bringing a wave of relief to everyone in the room.

"That's incredible! How did you manage that?" one of Johnny's friends asked.

"Before any damage is repaired, air can keep leaking into the pleural cavity and accumulate. The hose allows the air to escape, while the alcohol acts as a barrier to stop more air from entering. It's a basic one-way valve principle," Helen explained, letting out a deep breath.

Meanwhile, Fiona leaned against the door with a troubled expression, her eyes closely tracking Helen's every action.

She had assumed Helen's skills were rooted in formal medical training. However, it soon became clear that her expertise came from straightforward, practical principles.

The idea of valve-guided airflow seemed rudimentary, something one might acquire from hands-on experience rather than specialized education.

To Fiona's surprise, Helen's modest experiences in the countryside had become the basis of her competence.

Fortunately, Johnny had resumed breathing, alleviating Fiona's worry about losing her vital support. With that concern eased, she felt less threatened by Helen.

"You're only good for basic tasks," she said dismissively. "Now that you've done your part, please leave and stay away from my father. We don't want your bad luck affecting him."

In the privacy of the room, away from the guests' prying eyes, Fiona felt liberated to act on her impulses.

With Johnny stable and the doctors on their way, Fiona saw no reason for Helen to stay. She had no desire for Helen to linger and eclipse her moment as the hero.

Though Yolanda was tempted to stop them, she was too anxious about leaving Johnny alone.

Once they had left, Fiona grew even more brazen. Still enraged from her earlier confrontation with Helen, she was now intent on taking out her anger on her.

Her eyes were full of fury as she stormed toward Helen, her hand poised to strike. But before she could land the blow, a man stepped in from behind and gripped her wrist firmly.

Fiona turned and lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing. "M-Mr. Sheridan? What are you doing here?"

Otto's gaze was cold and unrelenting. "If I hadn't intervened, you'd have already attacked her, wouldn't you?"

With that, he tightened his grip on Fiona's wrist and forcefully threw her to the ground.

While Otto would never hit a woman, he had no qualms about confronting anyone who disrespected Helen.