Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1764

Only by doing so could they truly honor the memory of the late Kaylee.

"I'll handle things carefully." Chandler nodded gravely, signaling that he'd taken Helen's advice to heart. With a mischievous grin, he added, "But for now, how about we switch things up and play a different game?"

"What kind of game?" Helen asked, her expression earnest.

"Making babies."

"Making babies?"

Before Helen could fully process what he meant, Chandler swiftly scooped her into his arms.

The realization hit her a split second too late. She glanced at the passing housekeepers, her face flushing crimson. Without thinking, she lightly punched him in the chest. "What are you doing? It's broad daylight!"

"Nana's been pleading for a little sister. As parents, it's our duty to 'work overtime' to make her wish come true," Chandler said, his expression unchanging.

Helen blinked. "… Is that what you mean by 'working overtime'?"

"Why don't we discuss it further in the bedroom?" Chandler teased.

"Chandler, you absolute rascal!" Helen thought to herself.

…

Across the ocean at the Fitzgerald residence, Abigail relaxed in her princess-themed bedroom. She idly played a computer game, leaning back against the headboard.

All of a sudden, her phone on the bedside table began to vibrate. Glancing at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, she decided to ignore it and let the call go unanswered.

Moments later, the same number rang again, interrupting a critical moment in her game. Annoyed, Abigail grabbed her phone and turned it off without a second thought.

The footsteps faded for a moment, and Abigail eagerly tossed off the covers and sat up. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she was confronted by Dominic's stern, commanding gaze.

Abigail immediately lowered her head, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "Oh… Dad. It's you."

Dominic was one of those rare men who seemed to defy the passage of time. In his 50s, he looked no older than 30, his 6'2" frame still exuding authority and strength.

"The guest has arrived. Please go down and meet him," he said solemnly.

Abigail rubbed the back of her neck, trying to come up with an excuse. "Actually, I'm still not feeling well today. How about we reschedule? It would be rude to meet a guest like this, don't you think?"

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow…" Dominic replied, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable authority. "Since the day you were born, your mother and I have never forced you to do anything you didn't want to.

"This time, however, you made the choice yourself. As an adult, it's time you learned to take responsibility for your words."