Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1114

As Helen finished talking, she closed the door behind her and left with Chandler.

Kiara gripped the broom tightly, her frustration evident as she stared at the closed door.

Did Chandler and Helen really think they could just force her out like that? Clearly, they were underestimating her.

Amid the Randle family's bankruptcy, Kiara had endured countless hardships in this rundown house to finally find her footing. Leaving now would render all her efforts meaningless.

She wasn't going anywhere. Even if Helen and Chandler were married, it didn't guarantee their future together. Divorce was always a possibility, and so was widowhood.

With this in mind, Kiara resolved to make their lives a living hell for as long as she could.

After taking a moment to steady herself, she took one last look at Chandler's room before gathering her belongings and storming out.

…

Not long after breakfast, Phishie showed up at the door unexpectedly.

Helen hadn't seen her in ages. She eagerly welcomed Phishie inside and started chatting as they walked. "It's not the weekend—what brings you over today?"

The old town and the University of Glendale were situated in completely opposite directions. Even by subway, the trip would take over an hour.

"I just missed you!" Phishie remarked with a smile. "Since you're not heading back to campus, I thought I'd drop by for a visit."

Standing under the eaves, Chandler exchanged a polite nod with Phishie. He then turned and went inside, guiding Charlie into the backyard.

Phishie walked into the living room and took out a stack of documents from her bag. "I heard Callie recently took a leave of absence. I thought you might not have the latest updates, so I brought these for you."

After the murder case at the University of Glendale, Helen had arranged for Callie to return home, and she hadn't resumed her studies since.

Helen accepted the documents and asked, "What are these about?"

It was well-known across Grand Cathay that Morg surpassed local institutions in certain fields. Thus, studying abroad was undoubtedly a way to advance one's expertise.

"Thank you, Phishie. I'm very interested in this program," Helen said, closing the documents. "I really appreciate you bringing this to my attention. Otherwise, I might have missed out on this opportunity."

In reality, Helen had already completed her degree some time ago. However, with shadowy forces now targeting the top physics students in the country, she was determined to face them head-on.

Furthermore, she was curious to discover exactly what this specialized preparatory program entailed.

"It's no trouble," Phishie replied, waving it off. "You've done so much for me; this is just a small way to repay you."

Suddenly, Mia burst into the room. She looked completely exhausted, her ponytail and baseball cap in disarray.

Breathing heavily, she leaned on the table and excitedly declared, "Ms. Spencer, we've gone viral!

"Following our last livestream with Mr. Sheridan, our account's popularity has been soaring. The director of the country's top TV variety show just reached out and invited you to be on their program!"