Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1122

At that moment, Helen had to face the painful reality that Aaron had never truly loved her.

"Honey?" Chandler called out from around the corner.

Overcome with emotion, Helen rushed to him and buried her face in his chest.

"He doesn't want me. He didn't want me then, and he still doesn't want me now. Chandler, am I really so unlovable?" she sobbed.

Chandler's heart ached for Helen as he held her close, his hand gently stroking her hair.

"It's okay. It's not that he doesn't want you; it's that you don't need him. I'm here for you. I want you. I will always love you.

"Honey, we'll create a new family together. I'll be with you for life. Don't be afraid; you'll never be alone. Don't worry…"

That afternoon, Chandler stayed by Helen's side, walking with her until late into the night. Although they spoke little, Helen fell asleep quickly once they were home.

Chandler sat by her bedside, gently arranging the covers around her before stepping out onto the veranda. He looked up at the moon, deep in thought.

He remembered how Aaron had once cared for Helen. What had changed? Why would he suddenly want to sever ties with her?

Could it be that the organization had threatened him?

It couldn't possibly be about Faye.

That was the last thing Chandler wanted to believe.

Helen was an extraordinary person; it seemed almost impossible for anyone to genuinely dislike her. There must be some other reason behind it.

With this in mind, Chandler decided to investigate the Boston family more closely.

…

The next day, Helen received her acceptance letter to the specialized preparatory program.

"Uh, you might want to temper your expectations. With a lecturer like that, we're probably looking at a class full of genius-level students. Let's not get our hopes up too high."

"Ugh…"

The group of female students sighed wistfully, their eyes locked on Edmund with a mix of envy and admiration.

Seeing their reaction, Megan's lips curled into a dismissive smile.

So what if they were students from the University of Glendale? Edmund's attention was solely on her.

Megan cleared her throat and straightened her posture. With a confident stride, she approached Edmund and said, "Hello, Mr. Murdoch!"

Seeing her, Edmund's previously aloof demeanor softened immediately. "Good to see you, Megan."

"Mr. Murdoch, it's sweltering out here—what brings you outside in this heat?" Megan asked, her tone laced with feigned concern.