Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1717

At that moment, Taylor's entire focus was fixed on the motorcycle and the female rider ahead. Everything else disappeared from his world.

The car's engine roared as it surged forward, the gap between him and the bike shrinking with each passing second.

As the speedometer maxed out, Taylor gripped the wheel tighter, his eyes never leaving the rider's back. If he could catch up to her now, he was ready to put everything on the line and finally confess his feelings.

Nonetheless, it seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a heavy truck came barreling in from the left, slamming into his car.

The impact was brutal, flipping the car through the air before it crashed violently into a utility pole by the roadside.

Warm blood dripped from Taylor's forehead, tracing a path down to his eye. The airbag pressed against him, making it hard to breathe, and his vision became increasingly blurry.

With the last of his strength, he lifted his head, trying to spot the motorcycle.

The bike had stopped not far off. The rider seemed to be looking his way, but there was no sign of her coming closer.

Taylor's head grew heavier, and the final image in his fading consciousness was of the female rider restarting her engine. Without a glance back, she sped off into the distance.

…

An hour later, Bernard emerged from the hospital's operating room, his face somber as he addressed the waiting group. "The situation is critical. The patient's internal organs have been severely damaged.

"His chances of survival are extremely slim. I'm issuing a critical condition notice. Please notify his family as soon as possible."

"No, we can't give up!" Helen cried out frantically, her calm demeanor shattered. "What if it were Shawn? If Shawn were here, could he save Taylor's life?"

Bernard paused, clearly torn. "The problem is timing. The last we heard, Shawn was in Aurelia. It would take at least ten hours to get him here to Glendale. Taylor doesn't have that kind of time."

"I don't care!" Helen shouted, pushing Bernard forward. "You go ahead with the surgery—I'll track down Shawn. Now, go!"

To Helen, Taylor was more than a friend; he was family.

Helen immediately logged into Taylor's account, accessing the full resources of Dragon's Den and SK Group. She quickly put a bounty on Shawn's head, sparing no effort to track him down.

…

Halfway across the world, Abigail was suddenly gripped by a sharp, searing pain in her chest, as though her heart were being squeezed by an invisible force.

The pain took her by surprise, causing her to lose her grip. The cup slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor in a cascade of shattered pieces.

Almost immediately, a violent wave of vertigo hit her, and it felt as if the ground beneath her was giving way, the world spinning wildly out of control.

Abigail pressed her hand to her chest, dazed for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, rushed upstairs, and dialed Helen's number.

"Kaylee, it's me… Taylor… Is everything alright there?"

"Abigail, Taylor's in critical condition. You need to come back."