Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1775

The man stubbornly clung to Germaine's leg, refusing to cooperate any further.

"You little punk, are you seriously trying to push your luck?" Jenson growled. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to swing again.

Sensing the rising tension, Germaine decided to intervene. "Let me handle this."

Though Jenson was hesitant, he quickly backed off, reluctantly stepping aside to wait.

Germaine leaned down and gently tapped the man's hair. "Hey, you said earlier that my father sent you. Are you sure you have the right person?"

The man immediately stopped crying, releasing her leg and taking a couple of steps back.

Prostrating himself on the ground, he replied respectfully, "No, Ms. Lloyd. Your father knew you were planning to get married and sent me to investigate your groom's background. He didn't want you to be deceived."

Jenson rolled his eyes in exasperation. "With a face like mine, do I really need to lie to get married?" he thought.

"But my father passed away when I was very young," Germaine said, looking at the tall man with unease.

The man, however, remained assured. "There's no mistake, Ms. Lloyd. You can ask Mrs. Lloyd when you get home—she'll confirm everything."

The mention of Tiana disrupted Germaine's composure. If Tiana was involved, this was significant.

Still, Germaine kept her unease under control. She remained calm and asked the man for his contact information.

"Take this, Ms. Lloyd." The man stood up, pulling a smartwatch from his pocket and handing it to her. "If you ever need me, just call out 'Avery' three times, and I'll come running."

Jenson leaned in, eyeing the watch before looking back at the man. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Who's Avery?"

"That's me, obviously," Avery Witherspoon said, a smug grin on his face.

Jenson stared at him, momentarily at a loss for words. "Is there anything normal about you?"

He couldn't comprehend how a man built like a tank could cry at the drop of a hat while having such a delicate name. It felt almost like an affront to his biceps.

"Mommy, someone just came and said they were sent by my father to find me…"

She kept it brief, allowing Tiana the space to respond.

"And?" Tiana's tone remained as aloof as ever, showing no sign of concern.

Germaine maintained her composure, accustomed to Tiana's evasive answers. She pressed on, her voice steady. "Ever since I can remember, you've always said you were a single mother."

"And what's wrong with that?" Tiana replied sharply, her logic as unyielding as ever. "I said I was a single mother, but I never claimed you came from a rock. If you misunderstood, don't blame me for it."

Germaine took a deep breath, determined to get to the bottom of things. "So, who exactly is my father?"

"He's nothing but a coward, a pathetic, spineless excuse for a man!" Tiana spat, her voice trembling with rage. "If you want to call yourself my daughter, remember this—you didn't have a father, and you certainly don't need one now!"

With that, Tiana slammed the phone down, cutting the line dead.