Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1030

Otto pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands before approaching Helen. In a low voice, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Not really," Helen responded.

"What happened?" Otto asked, his eyebrow arching with curiosity.

"You arrived too soon," Helen said, giving him a sidelong look. "It makes me seem weaker than I am."

Otto chuckled softly. "I suppose my timing was less than ideal."

"Indeed," Helen agreed with a shrug. The silver needles she had brought were soaked and refined with a special hallucinogenic solution. They were more than adequate for handling someone like Fiona.

"This isn't what it looks like, Mr. Sheridan!" Fiona cut in, her agitation mounting as she observed their exchange.

She sprang to her feet, pointing accusingly at Helen. "This woman plotted for her sister to wear a red dress to provoke my father, nearly causing his death. She's as dangerous as a viper—don't let her deceive you!"

The red dress Fiona had sent to Helen had ended up on Faye; it was obvious that Helen was involved in this.

"Why am I being accused of scheming?" Helen replied, meeting Fiona's gaze calmly. "If I intended to kill your father, why would I have gone to the trouble of saving him?

"Also, Ms. Fiona, let's not forget who sent that dress in the first place. I'm intrigued. What kind of deep-seated resentment do you harbor against your father that you'd try to kill him in such a humiliating way?

"It's well known that Mr. Cunningham has a strong aversion to the color red due to the distress caused by his late wife's infidelity. Her betrayal severely impacted his health.

"Now, it seems you're deliberately pushing him to his breaking point. Is it possible that you and your mother have conspired to bring about his downfall?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Fiona's voice grew sharper. "What could I possibly gain from my father's death?"

"That's precisely the issue. If you're willing to go to such extremes without any apparent gain, imagine how far you'd go if there were something to be gained. You'd probably slit his throat yourself," Helen said with a mocking smile.

But this wasn't how things were meant to unfold.

Fiona stood frozen, momentarily at a loss for words.

Outside, a group of guests awaited her explanation.

Once Fiona left the room, everyone would hear about Helen's kindness and miraculous intervention, which would surely earn her widespread admiration.

In stark contrast, Fiona—the supposed guest of honor—would be left with nothing but mockery and disdain.

This was meant to be Fiona's big day, but she felt completely out of place.

Her mind raced frantically as she desperately tried to devise a plan to handle the situation. Despite her efforts, her thoughts were a chaotic jumble, leaving her unable to find a clear way forward.