Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1672

"I'm honestly happy for you, Kaylee. Chandler may be a flirt, but at least he has the courage to put himself out there… unlike some people.

"I really like you a lot. I'm sure we'll be the best of friends… best of… I miss her so much… Helly, where are you? Why haven't you come back? I'm so miserable…"

Helen's heart broke as she gently wiped the tears from Abigail's face with a warm towel.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered. "I'm right here. If you're hurting, it's okay to cry. Let it out—it'll help."

Abigail pouted, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed like a child. "I really like him… I don't want to keep fighting. All I want is to race with him, to build the coolest cars together.

"But I don't think I could ever feel this way about anyone else. Am I just not good enough? Is that why he doesn't feel the same? I must be a mess… No one will ever love me…"

"My dear," Helen murmured, gently soothing her. "Love isn't about being the best or the worst. Sometimes, the most incredible people go unnoticed, while even those who seem undeserving find someone who loves them.

"You have to learn to love yourself first—only then will others be able to love you. Don't ever put yourself down. To me, you're amazing, just as you are."

"But why am I not the type of woman he wants?" Abigail mumbled, her voice thick with alcohol. "Everyone says I look like Helly, but to him, I'm still so different. Helly will always mean more to him than I ever will…"

Helen felt a pang of unease. She had never sensed any romantic feelings from Taylor toward her—neither before nor now. How could Abigail have gotten it so wrong?

"Taylor's already told you he doesn't feel that way about Helen. Why can't you just accept it?" Helen said, a deep frown creasing her face.

Abigail slowly opened her swollen, tear-streaked eyes, locking gazes with Helen. Her expression was solemn; her once bright confidence now completely vanished. She looked so fragile, her vulnerability exposed for all to see.

"But everything Taylor does is for Helly. He values her more than his own pride. If you were in my shoes, would you still believe him?"

"You have to understand—there are friendships so deep that you'd sacrifice everything for the other person." Helen tightened her grip on Abigail's hand, her voice firm as she tried to reason with her.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Germaine asked, breaking the quiet.

Feeling a bit tipsy, Jenson blurted out the thought that had been gnawing at him. "I don't get it… I'm not that different from Taylor. Why has he already had someone confess to him, while I'm still stuck exactly where I started?"

Germaine's smile faltered, and a shadow crossed her eyes.

Earlier, in the private lounge, she had picked up on the subtle hint that Jenson was harboring feelings for someone in secret, a situation that likely accounted for his heavy drinking.

Though she had anticipated this moment, hearing him say it aloud still made her uneasy.

But as a woman of experience, Germaine quickly regained her composure and slipped into the role of a calm strategist. "Every woman is unique. If one approach doesn't work, try another. Don't get stuck on one path—there's always more than one way to make progress."