Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1253

Helen's ears perked up at Tommy's words, and she found herself listening more closely.

"Could Bentley and Vince be related?" she wondered.

Bentley's expression grew somber as he kicked a pebble. "Like you said, that was a few days ago. Since he collapsed at the hotel, he's been unconscious, and the doctors are at a loss. Even though my dad and I have our issues, he's always treated me well. I just can't stand the idea of losing him."

Bentley halted suddenly, his eyes brimming with tears. He appeared vulnerable and wounded, like a child enduring a profound injustice.

Tommy approached and gave Bentley's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. I'm sure Mr. Spade will pull through."

Helen cleared her throat, looking slightly uneasy. "So… your father's last name wouldn't happen to be Spade, would it?"

Tommy's lips curved into a wry smile. "What do you think, boss? Are you losing your touch or something? You messed up the exam time this morning, and now you're forgetting something as basic as a child taking their father's last name."

Helen's eyes widened as she put it together. "Oh, I see now," she said, finally realizing that the clumsy Vince was indeed Bentley's father.

"Tommy's right," she continued, "Your dad should recover after a few days of rest."

Given Mia's drunken condition at the time, Helen had used the strongest anesthetic available on Vince. He would probably stay unconscious for three to five days before the effects began to wear off.

"Let's hope so," Bentley said, his voice laced with uncertainty. He had been contemplating seeking medical help abroad.

Helen gave him a knowing look. "Your dad does have a reputation as something of a ladies' man, you know."

"Are you referring to those tabloid magazines?" Bentley asked, looking somewhat naive. "I don't see the problem. My dad's single and wealthy, so it's not surprising that he has women around him.

"He did try to find someone who could be a good stepmother to me, but those women were only interested in his money. None of them truly cared about me. Eventually, he realized that and decided to just enjoy his life without worrying about settling down."

"What's in it?" Bentley asked, examining the vial.

"It's, um… a special tonic from my husband," Helen said, improvising. "It's great for enhancing overall health and well-being. Once your dad takes this, he should feel more refreshed and wake up soon."

"A special tonic?" Tommy asked, his eyes widening with intrigue.

With a playful smirk, he leaned in and whispered, "I'm sure Mr. Newton is already quite impressive in bed—does he really need to take tonics like these regularly?"

"Hey!" Helen's face flushed with embarrassment as she gave Tommy a light tap on the forehead. "I'm talking about a health supplement, not that kind of tonic!"

Tommy rubbed his forehead, chuckling mischievously. "You don't need to explain, boss. I get it, I totally get it…"

Helen found herself at a loss for words. He clearly didn't know a thing.