Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1104

A shiver ran down both Helios' and Fiona's spines, leaving them too frightened to speak.

As Chandler turned back to Helen, his demeanor instantly became warm and gentle.

Fiona's anger erupted uncontrollably at the sight; her temples throbbed as she struggled to catch her breath, almost fainting from the intensity of her emotions.

"It seems like the evening chill is starting to set in. You might catch a cold if you stay out too long. Why don't you wait in the car for me?" Chandler asked softly, as if trying not to disturb Helen.

"Alright," Helen replied with a nod. Without a glance at Fiona and Helios, she walked toward Chandler's car parked at the side of the road.

Once Helen was out of earshot, Chandler turned back, his expression hardening as he fixed his gaze on the two of them.

"If you don't want to be driven out of Grand Cathay, you better keep your distance from her. Helen is my wife now. Anyone who makes her unhappy will become my enemy, and I'll spend my life ensuring they suffer."

With that, he gave Fiona a chilling, menacing look before making his way impassively to the car.

Fiona swallowed hard, her eyes dazed as she watched Helen and Chandler enter the car, one after the other.

When the door slammed shut, Fiona felt a jolt, as if a searing realization had struck her.

The closing door wasn't just a physical barrier; it symbolized a profound separation between her world and Helen's—a deep chasm of social disparity.

From this moment on, they were set apart into two distinct classes—she was at the bottom, while Helen stood above.

An insurmountable gulf lay between them, a divide that could never be crossed.

Fiona's head spun, and she collapsed like a lifeless doll, her strength seemingly evaporating.

Startled, Helios rushed to catch her before she hit the floor. To his astonishment, Fiona didn't resist his support in the slightest.

Helios couldn't suppress a smile, but as he looked down at her, he quickly realized something was terribly wrong.

Fiona appeared completely disoriented, as though her very spirit had left her body. She seemed unaware of his presence and indifferent to everything around her.

"Nana, Nana!" Helios shouted, shaking her desperately.

The formality had vanished, replaced by a more genuine intimacy. Helen found herself surprisingly pleased with the change.

"I'm fine," she replied, "I just felt a bit stuffy from sitting in the car for so long."

Given the considerable distance from the courthouse and the lengthy drive, her explanation wasn't entirely false.

As soon as her words trailed off, the window beside her began to roll down slowly, stopping about a third of the way.

"I must have gotten a bit too worked up and forgot to crack the window earlier. Let's get some fresh air, but be careful not to let it blow directly on you—it might give you a headache," Chandler said.

"I'm taking you somewhere. It'll be about an hour's drive. If you're tired, feel free to rest," he added.

"Alright," Helen replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness. She settled back into her seat and fell asleep almost instantly.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside.

As she looked out the window, she noticed the familiar bar sign. She stretched, feeling somewhat refreshed.