Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1718

Despite the distance between them, Abigail's heart tightened painfully at the words she had just heard.

She couldn't remember pressing for details or asking the right questions; all she could recall was blurting out, "Got it," before abruptly ending the call.

Standing by the window, Abigail turned to face her reflection in the mirror. For a fleeting three seconds, her eyes met her own, a spark of determination igniting within her.

Without hesitation, she rushed out of the room and stormed into Dominic's study.

"I'll agree to marry him," she declared, "but I have one condition: I want access to the drug his family is developing."

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Three hours later, Bernard stepped out of the emergency room.

His face had gone pale as he removed his mask. Bowing his head, he delivered the crushing news. "You should go in and say goodbye."

Helen sat frozen on the bench, her fists clenched tightly as she stared at the computer screen, refusing to move.

Jenson approached her and urged, "Helen, you should go say goodbye to Taylor. He's always respected you. I'm sure he'd want to see you."

Helen's throat tightened, but she remained silent, as if she hadn't heard a word he said.

Her computer screen flickered with a cascade of messages as two organizations worked together, honing in on Shawn's exact location.

If they could just hold on for five more hours, her team would undoubtedly bring him back. By then, Taylor would be saved.

He would return, full of life and teasing her like before. Helen was determined not to say goodbye.

"Mr. Newton? No, not at all," the man replied with a friendly smile. "This was arranged by my young mistress. She told me you're her friend and specifically asked me to deliver this medication to you."

He closed the safe and extended it toward Helen. "Ms. Terzian, please accept this."

In a life-and-death situation, Helen knew there was no room for hesitation. She took the safe without a moment's pause. "Thank you."

Turning to Bernard, she handed it to him. "It's in your hands now—whether Taylor lives or dies depends on you."

"I'll take care of it," Bernard assured her, grabbing the safe and sprinting back into the operating room.

The life-support machine soon flickered back to life, and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.