Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1121

As long as Chandler and Helen were together, nothing seemed insurmountable.

They had just embarked on their married life and had many happy years ahead of them. Helen refused to succumb to despair so quickly.

Chandler held her close, his gaze growing distant as he said thoughtfully, "You're right. I'll find a way and take care of that person."

At that moment, Ambrose burst through the door and switched on the lights.

"Damn it! One of the cars got away. We had them cornered, but the rear car went out of control and crashed into us. The car in front managed to slip through the opening. However, the rear car still has two survivors—just wait, and I'll make sure to get them to talk!" he grumbled.

His phone then buzzed. After taking the call, he looked at Chandler and Helen with a shocked expression. "They're dead—they both bit their tongues and poisoned themselves."

"That's not surprising," Chandler said calmly.

Given their determination, it was clear they were prepared to leave no loose ends.

"That's brutal…" Ambrose remarked, visibly unsettled. Although he was used to violence, he couldn't help but be shocked by the sheer ruthlessness of their actions.

Helen and Chandler exchanged a quiet glance, saying nothing.

Considering the targets' willingness to eliminate hundreds of physicists, it was clear that the lives of a few underlings were of little consequence to them.

"So, what should we do now? Should my men continue to keep watch?" Ambrose asked.

"There's no need for that," Chandler replied. "The news has spread, so no one else will come. Have someone contact the Boston family tomorrow to arrange for the body to be collected."

"Understood."

…

The next day arrived quickly.

Shortly after Ambrose returned from Boston Residence, Helen received a call from Aaron requesting that she come home personally.

"Yes," Aaron responded without hesitation. "Once the papers are signed, I'll arrange for them to be published in the newspapers. From this day forward, you will no longer be my daughter."

Helen thought she had steeled herself, but Aaron's words made her swallow hard, struggling to keep her emotions in check.

Now that Faye, his cherished adopted daughter, was gone, why would he choose to sever ties with his biological daughter?

"Are you sure about this?" Helen asked, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"Just sign it," Aaron insisted, his expression remaining impassive.

"Alright."

She grasped the pen firmly and signed her name. Without delay, she stood up and walked out, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

As the electric iron gate closed behind her, Helen's steps wavered, and tears began to flow freely down her face.