Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1707

Priscilla suddenly had a realization and grabbed Germaine's hand, her voice trembling with concern. "How long has Jenson been like this? When did it all start?"

Germaine wore a troubled expression. "I only found out about it last night too."

Priscilla fell silent, her mind racing.

Could this explain why Jenson has never had a girlfriend all these years? Did he simply enjoy cross-dressing, or did he genuinely identify as a woman?

"No, I need to talk to him!"

With that thought, Priscilla stood up suddenly and rushed to Jenson's bedroom. After locking the door behind her, she turned to him, determined to get answers.

"Jenson, you need to be honest with me. Do you like women, or…" She paused, struggling to find the right words. Finally, she slapped her thigh in frustration and blurted, "Or do you like men? Just tell me!"

Jenson shyly turned his face away. "Looks like you've already figured it out. Do I really need to say it?"

At his words, a wave of dizziness washed over Priscilla, and she fainted once again.

Jenson gently shook her, pleading, "Mom, please don't faint! Come back to me!"

"Get away from me!" Priscilla exclaimed, pushing him aside as she regained her senses.

She pointed at him, scolding, "You're going to be the death of me, you little troublemaker!"

Jenson pouted playfully. "What's wrong?"

Priscilla raised her hand, ready to swat him. "Shut up! If you keep talking to me like that, I might just disown you!"

Jenson made a sheepish zipping gesture over his mouth and fell silent.

With Jenson behaving this way, it was surprising that Germaine still wanted to be with him. As his mother, Priscilla felt it was her duty to help him make the most of this opportunity.

She had left partly because things with Germaine hadn't gone as smoothly as she'd hoped, and out of respect, she wanted to give her some space. But mostly, she needed to rush back to discuss wedding plans with Louis to avoid any complications.

Just as the door clicked shut behind her, Jenson swaggered down the stairs in his silk pajamas.

"Is my mom gone?" he asked.

"Yup, she's gone," Germaine replied with a knowing smile.

Jenson narrowed his eyes and approached her, pulling her into his arms. "Why are you still smiling? Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed for our happiness?"

His words only made Germaine laugh more, her slender arms gently caressing his face. "But this was your idea; I didn't force you into anything!"