Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1120

"Ma'am, we're almost at the hospital. Should we park nearby and walk in?"

Without lifting her gaze, the woman replied, "Drive straight in."

She didn't want to waste any time walking. Now that she was here, she was eager to see Helen's body as soon as possible.

Only by confirming Helen's death with her own eyes could she relax and allow the entire organization to do the same.

As soon as she spoke, the traffic light turned green.

Following her orders, the driver gradually steered the car to the hospital's entrance.

At that moment, her phone rang from inside her coat. She hadn't intended to take any calls at the moment, but upon seeing the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button.

Meanwhile, in the only darkened room on the hospital's top floor, Chandler and Helen observed the two cars from the window.

The lead car had already reached the center. They intended to move in once the second car was entirely inside.

But just as the second car was about to enter completely, the MPV in the front came to an abrupt stop.

"Damn it, why did they stop?" Ambrose muttered in frustration from his hiding spot.

They were so close—just half a yard more, and he could have triggered the trap and locked them in.

In the ensuing silence, the screech of brakes cut through the quiet.

Inside the car, the woman's sharp eyes scanned her surroundings as she listened to the update on her phone.

"… On the day of the incident, Helen wasn't at that hotel, and recent data shows that the blood found at the scene doesn't match hers. The person who died isn't Helen at all!"

Something was clearly off.

The hospital's unnerving silence made the woman uneasy.

Helen could sense his disappointment over their failure to capture the targets.

Although Chandler's plan was meticulously crafted, the enemy's heightened vigilance had thwarted their efforts.

While the situation might have seemed unclear from the ground, Chandler and Helen had a full view of the unfolding events.

The drivers were clearly more than just ordinary chauffeurs; within a few hundred meters, they had already escaped the encirclement. Ambrose's men couldn't keep up.

"It's alright. We'll catch them next time for sure!" Helen said, wrapping her arms around Chandler.

In the pitch-black, deserted surroundings, it felt as though they were alone in the world, finding comfort in each other's presence.

"After this, they'll probably be extra cautious. Who knows how long it will take before we get another opportunity?" Chandler said, his voice tinged with frustration.

"There will always be a way forward," Helen replied, holding him close. "We'll find a solution."