Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1037

Helen smiled gently and replied, "I wouldn't dream of taking the birthday girl's good fortune. Please, Ms. Cunningham, go ahead."

Despite Helen's refusal, Fiona took her hand and placed the knife in it. "It's really not a big deal. As the savior of the Cunningham family, you're the only one who should cut this cake.

"Please don't decline. If you keep refusing, it might seem like you're still upset about what I said earlier, and that would hurt my feelings."

"Since Ms. Cunningham has asked, you really shouldn't refuse, Ms. Spencer."

"Yes, Ms. Spencer. Given that you saved Mr. Cunningham's life, you must be a person of great fortune. Cutting the cake might even bring extra luck to the birthday girl. Please, don't hesitate."

With the guests chiming in, Helen knew that continuing to refuse would only spoil the atmosphere.

She pressed her lips together, a slight smile curling at her mouth. She examined the knife in her hand and let out a quiet chuckle.

It seemed Fiona's second scheme was already in motion. Should Helen fall for this carefully laid trap or not?

There was no reason to hesitate—of course, she would step right in.

Helen was intrigued by the elaborate plan this idiot might have concocted, especially given her willingness to gamble with Johnny's safety.

Taking a deep breath, Helen strode confidently toward the towering cake.

As she approached the cake stand, a sudden "Oh no!" echoed through the room. In an instant, Fiona stumbled forward, heading directly toward Helen.

The "Snow White" cake stood right in front of Helen.

With her agility, Helen could have easily avoided Fiona. Instead, she deliberately hesitated, allowing the collision to occur.

Meanwhile, Otto had originally planned to go downstairs, but upon seeing Helen's deliberate pause, he decided to stay and watch the unfolding drama.

But it was the middle of summer. Was she imagining things, or had Helen somehow caught on to their plan?

Despite this, Fiona had genuinely tripped over her dress and nearly ripped it. There was no way Helen could have suspected anything out of the ordinary. It was probably just her anxiety getting the better of her.

She resisted the urge to overanalyze and carefully led Helen up the stairs. Perhaps if Helen were to accidentally fall down the stairs and sustain a serious injury, it wouldn't be such a terrible outcome.

Helen followed Fiona into a guest room located at the far end of the corridor on the left.

Fiona entered the room and said, "Ms. Spencer, you can change here. I'll have a housekeeper bring up a new dress shortly."

"Thank you very much, Ms. Cunningham," Helen replied.

Without another word, Fiona closed the door behind her and walked away.