Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1162

After finishing their evening routines, Madelyn and Helen were about to go to bed when a loud thud echoed through the room. It was followed by the sound of a chair colliding with the floor and the bed.

Helen turned and saw that Madelyn had fallen from her bed. She was lying on the floor, foaming at her mouth, her limbs flailing uncontrollably.

Realizing immediately that Madelyn was having a seizure, Helen quickly got off her bed. She turned Madelyn's head to the side to prevent her from choking on the foam and then gently restrained her arms and legs to keep her from further injuring herself.

A few minutes later, Madelyn calmed down but slipped into unconsciousness.

Helen wiped the foam from Madelyn's face and took out a set of silver needles from her luggage. She carefully inserted the needles into specific acupuncture points, and gradually, Madelyn began to regain consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, she was momentarily disoriented, but it quickly dawned on her that she had exposed her most vulnerable side to her new roommate on their first day together.

Feeling embarrassed, Madelyn frowned as she sat up from the floor and hugged her knees like a wounded child.

"Don't worry. I'll keep this a secret," Helen whispered.

"Thank you," Madelyn murmured, keeping her head down, unable to meet Helen's eyes.

But what did it matter? Throughout her life, she had encountered kind classmates who didn't spread rumors about her seizures, yet they still distanced themselves afterward, treating her like a freak.

Madelyn didn't blame them. Compared to those who openly mocked her and said she looked like a demon during her episodes, they were quite kind. Still, it was hard not to feel sad.

Humans were social creatures, and of course, she longed to make friends with good people. But with this condition, she felt unworthy.

Helen understood that Madelyn needed some space, so she tactfully returned to her desk to put away her needles.

After storing the needles, Helen couldn't resist saying, "Your condition can be cured."

"In a way, yes," Helen replied calmly. "I'll study your case first, then introduce you to her. In the meantime, I'll get you some medicine tomorrow to help manage your symptoms."

She added, "And don't worry too much about the competition. I'll go with you."

"Really?" Madelyn was overjoyed. For years, she had never dared to appear on stage because of her condition.

"Yes," Helen nodded, offering no further explanation.

In truth, Madelyn might not necessarily have an episode on stage, but having someone by her side would calm her nerves, significantly reducing the chances of a seizure.

"Thank you, Helen," Madelyn said shyly.