Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1093

Eva never thought that Helen would have such an experience. As a mother, she couldn't help but feel sorry for this unfortunate girl, who was about the same age as her daughter.

But she was stubborn and refused to give in, even though concern and distress were all written on her face.

As if she was telling the story of someone else, Helen changed the subject lightly. "This foot soak is specially prepared for you. It can help nourish your body and regulate your blood circulation.

"When I have time, I'll also give you some acupuncture treatments. It won't be long before you can lose weight without having to diet anymore."

"Really?" Eva's eyes lit up. Having a good figure was every woman's lifetime goal, and now she couldn't care less about maintaining her dignity.

"Yes." Helen looked up with a smile. "That day, you mentioned that you want to lose weight, and I sensed that something isn't right with your body because your temper is a little out of control.

"Today, I finally prepared the medicine and thought of giving you a foot soak to see how it works."

"No wonder I felt so comfortable. It turned out to be a medicated soak." Eva thought for a moment and asked, "What about the pimples on my face?"

"They can also be gotten rid of. I've prepared the medicine, and you just have to drink it on time. I was worried that you might not like bitterness, so I wasn't sure how to bring it up," Helen explained.

"This kind of bitterness is nothing. I raised my daughter all by myself, so why would I be afraid of this? Just have the maids prepare it, and I will drink it," Eva said readily.

"That's great. I'll get them to prepare it tomorrow." Helen helped Eva dry her feet and then wiped her own hands clean.

"Alright, I shall let you and Uncle Wyatt rest. I'll head out first and come again tomorrow," said Helen as she walked out with the bucket.

She was on the verge of breaking down. Her eyes stared blankly, and she couldn't close her mouth anymore. She had lost count of the days she had not slept.

With a creaking sound, the door of the secret room was opened. As Chandler walked in and smelled the rotting stench inside, he instinctively raised his hand to cover his nose.

Carles went up to him, reporting respectfully, "It's the tenth day of carrying out the water torture, but she still hasn't confessed. Shall we try another method?"

Chandler waved his hand, signaling Carles to step back. Then, he walked over to the stone chair and looked down at Mariah from above. "Have you not recalled what happened back then?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mariah's face trembled, and her teeth clattered, making a faint clicking sound.