Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1421

Chandler had been grappling with his emotions, but everything clicked into place when Helen spoke. He turned to her, his face lighting up with joy as a wave of relief washed over him.

Indeed, everything was meant to be; there were no "what ifs" or alternate realities—Helen was his wife, and that was a truth that couldn't be altered.

At that moment, both their phones buzzed simultaneously. They looked at their screens, surprised to see a message from the same number.

"'The Family Dynamic' will officially begin filming the day after tomorrow. Please check into the filming location in advance. For any questions, contact 8353123 for assistance…"

As Chandler pondered this odd coincidence, another message popped up on his phone. It was a new group chat featuring all the members of the Newton family.

Chandler typed a question mark into the chat, and almost immediately, a message from Priscilla appeared.

Mom: @Everyone, I've arranged with the production team to film our family's daily life. Since you're my sons, you need to move back home and cooperate! (I've already accepted the payment, so if you don't comply, you'll be liable for the penalty fee.)

Adrian: Understood.

Tyrone: Got it.

Jenson: Sure (mostly because I can't afford the penalty).

Chandler couldn't help but smile at the messages. He tapped the top right corner to add Helen to the group chat. He typed, "Helen and I got the same message."

Helen chuckled. "This is clearly a tactic to bring everyone together."

"You noticed that too?" Chandler replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and gently stroking her arm.

"It's pretty clear," Helen remarked. "Her actions are likely driven by a deeper emotional need. Your mom wouldn't go on a show just for a little money; she probably just misses you all but can't admit it. So, she's using this opportunity to gather everyone."

"If you'd rather not see her, I can go back by myself," Chandler said softly.

"Stop joking! We just got married a few days ago. Do you really want me to be home alone?" Helen teased.

"I can't believe you! When have you ever shown this much concern for me?" Priscilla rolled her eyes. "Is it such a crime for a mother-in-law to want a meal cooked by her daughter-in-law?"

"That's not what I meant—"

Before Chandler could finish, Helen interjected, "It's okay. As a daughter-in-law, it's only right to show respect to my in-laws."

"Finally, someone's being sensible," Priscilla said before turning to leave.

Chandler sighed and pulled Helen into an embrace. "Just think of it as a vacation. I'll handle everything tomorrow," he whispered.

Helen cupped his face, her expression sincere. "Your mom doesn't often take the lead like this, so let's give her that satisfaction. This way, your family can really start to feel like home."

Perhaps Priscilla had finally found some clarity; all she needed was a simple gesture of goodwill. After all, Helen wasn't one to dwell on petty grievances.