Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1720

After Taylor's friends and family had left, Helen sent everyone else away and settled into the hospital room.

"Here, have some water," she said, pouring a glass of warm water and handing it to him. She then pulled up a chair by the bed and sat down.

"Thanks, Ms. Kaylee," Taylor replied, taking the cup and sipping it carefully.

The airbag had injured his throat, making it difficult to swallow. He had to be cautious with his movements.

Helen nodded thoughtfully. After a moment, she reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope, handing it to him.

"What's this?" Taylor asked, blinking in surprise. A knowing smile soon lit up his face. "Ms. Kaylee, are you finally ready to marry Chandler?"

Helen chuckled and shook her head, lifting the invitation slightly. "It's Abigail's engagement invitation. Don't you want to take a look?"

Taylor's smile faded, and a tightening sensation gripped his heart, leaving him unsettled. He quickly concealed his emotions with a forced grin. "I didn't expect her to find true love so soon…"

As he spoke, the light in his eyes dimmed, revealing an underlying loneliness.

"Do you think it's true love?" Helen asked. "To me, it seems more like she's just settling for whatever's available."

Taylor stared at the invitation in a daze, at a loss for words.

Unable to tolerate his indifferent attitude any longer, Helen decided to be direct. "I know I'm not wrong—you like Abigail. So why won't you admit your feelings?

"There's no point in denying it; she's getting married, so it won't change anything. I just want to hear the truth."

As her words hung in the air, silence enveloped the room once again. Her bluntness felt like a punch to cotton—soft and ultimately ineffective.

Despite her words, Taylor remained resolutely pessimistic. "If someone as capable as Helen couldn't change things, what hope do I have?"

If Helen couldn't protect herself, how could he?

"What if Helen were still alive?" Helen challenged.

"That's impossible," Taylor replied instinctively. But as soon as he spoke, realization struck him, and his eyes widened. "Wait, are you suggesting—?"

Helen reached out and took hold of his wrist, locking eyes with him as she nodded sincerely. "Dear Taylor."

At that moment, it felt as if Taylor's entire being had ignited, his soul lifting from despair. Every cell in his body surged with energy, and he struggled to contain his excitement. "You… you're—"