Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1706

Priscilla's expression hardened as she took in the sight of Germaine standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but one of Jenson's shirts, her long legs fully on display.

"At her age, dressing like that is truly disgraceful!" she thought inwardly.

Before Priscilla could utter a word, Germaine greeted her warmly, "You made it."

Priscilla raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You knew I was coming?"

"Every bride has to meet her in-laws eventually," Germaine said with a steady smile, exuding confidence.

"Don't you dare call yourself that," Priscilla spat, her hand raised in disdain. "I refuse to acknowledge you as my daughter-in-law."

Germaine remained composed, stepping aside politely. "Let's talk inside."

Priscilla shot her a sharp glance, deliberately brushing past Germaine as she stormed inside. "Where's that little rascal? If I hadn't seen that video online, I wouldn't have known he was acting like such a fool.

"How could he propose without so much as a word to his family beforehand? Does he even consider me his mother anymore?"

Germaine closed the door behind her and followed Priscilla inside. She pretended to look concerned, furrowing her brow and scanning the room.

Noticing Germaine's quiet demeanor, Priscilla paused and turned toward her, sensing that something was off.

What was she up to? Did she have a bigger secret to hide?

At that moment, Germaine exclaimed, "Just a moment, please! He's upstairs; I'll go get him for you!"

"Wait!" Priscilla called out, striding toward the stairs. "I don't need you to get him; I know my son's home better than you do. You're an outsider, for goodness sake!"

With that, she marched up the stairs in her high heels, heading straight for Jenson's bedroom.

Germaine followed closely behind, deliberately maintaining her distance. An anxious look crossed her face, as if a crisis were about to erupt.

"Madam Newton?" Germaine rushed forward, catching her before she hit the floor. "Are you okay? Let me help you to the guest room to rest for a bit."

With a playful wink at Jenson, she guided Priscilla into the adjacent room.

After about ten minutes, Priscilla finally stirred, slowly opening her eyes.

"Germaine, was I seeing things just now? Jenson—" Priscilla asked, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion. "What on earth is happening?"

Germaine sighed, her expression turning serious. "Well, since you witnessed it, we can't hide it any longer. The truth is, your son Jenson has… some unconventional interests."

Priscilla felt as if the sky were crashing down around her, her mind reeling in disbelief. "Oh my God, what kind of cruel joke is this?"

"Are you alright, Madam Newton?" Germaine asked, her voice filled with concern.