Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1382

Gloria shook her head in despair. "It's pointless. My father's will states that my stepmother has full control over my inheritance until I turn 18. When I got home, she already had an excuse—she claimed she lost all the money and won't give me a single cent!"

"You've endured so much," Helen said, her heart heavy with empathy. No one should have to face such helplessness alone.

Gloria continued to cry, trapped between relief and despair.

Helen felt a deep sadness swell within her. She turned to Chandler before gently resting her hand on Gloria's. "As your mentor, I'll always be here for you. I won't turn my back on this. For now, concentrate on your recovery. Once you're better, we'll work together to reclaim what belongs to you."

"Ms. Spencer—" Gloria began, her voice filled with gratitude. At a loss for words, she tried to rise and express her thanks with a bow.

"Alright, enough with the formalities," Helen replied, gently nudging her back down. "Just focus on getting through this. If something happens to you, I'll have no reason to fight for you, and all your suffering will be in vain."

"I understand," Gloria said, wiping her nose. "I'll take the time to heal. Ms. Spencer, you're my role model. One day, I'll be strong enough to stand on my own too!"

"I believe in you," Helen said, giving her a reassuring pat on the arm. "It's late—you should get some rest. Goodnight."

As Helen stepped out of the hospital, she was lost in thought.

"Weren't you just comforting someone like a wise elder? Why the long face now?" Chandler teased.

"I'm not unhappy," Helen replied, gazing up at the moon and letting out a deep sigh. "It's just that there's so much suffering in the world. Even though I'm struggling myself, I can't bear to see others in pain."

Chandler reached up and gently ruffled her hair. "Maybe that's why the heavens gave you so many talents—because you're humble and always empathetic. So many people feel warmth just from having you around."

Helen felt like a cat being softly stroked, her mood unexpectedly lifting. This must be that delightful sensation cats experience when getting the perfect scratch.

Chandler crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Newton, your pile is clearly bigger than mine. How is that fair?"

Helen smirked, turning to him defiantly. "Mr. Newton, are you really going to lecture your wife about fairness?"

Chandler let out a sigh of defeat. "Okay, let's go for it. It's not like I can win anyway…"

In the end, they both discovered two rare-colored emeralds each.

"From this pile, we've already uncovered four rare-colored emeralds. Who knows how many more are hidden? The radiation effect seems to be intensifying. Windspire City definitely needs a thorough investigation."

As they looked at the distant mining cave, Helen and Chandler clutched their emeralds tightly, both lost in their thoughts.