Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1776

At Chandler's house, Taylor hobbled in on crutches, eager to share the latest gossip with Helen. "Boss, guess what? I've been keeping an eye on Princess Anna, and it turns out her relationship with Arthur is definitely more than just friendly!

"I've been watching them for days. Every time Prince Carl goes out for solo engagements, she sneaks off to meet him. Their relationship is getting more intimate, and sometimes they don't even try to hide it anymore!"

Helen wasn't surprised; she had suspected as much from the beginning but wanted confirmation. "Keep monitoring them."

"Don't worry, I've got my team on it 24/7. Nothing will slip by," Taylor said, casually pulling out his phone and pretending to fiddle with it. "By the way, did you send me the wrong number last time? Abigail hasn't been answering my calls."

He had waited two full days before finally asking, not wanting to seem too eager.

"If she's not responding, it's because she doesn't want to. People should know when to take a hint," Lincoln interjected, coldly dousing Taylor's hopes.

Taylor didn't argue, lowering his head in defeat.

Deep down, he had suspected it all along but had refused to confront the truth. With Lincoln's blunt remark, he felt he had no choice but to accept reality.

Maybe Abigail really was done with him. Maybe she had stopped liking him altogether. Still, he could only blame himself for being overly cautious and indecisive.

"Linc's lying!" Sienna's voice cut through his thoughts like a ray of sunshine, instantly lifting Taylor's spirits. "Aunt Abigail isn't petty like that! She even video-called me last night! If she's not answering you, it's definitely because she's mad at you!"

Unfortunately, that brief flicker of hope quickly faded for Taylor.

"Not replying to my messages and being mad at me—they're pretty much the same thing, right?" he groaned, feeling utterly helpless. Relying on a seven-year-old for wisdom had clearly been a mistake.

After a moment, he shook off his daze. In a burst of frustration, he tossed his cane aside and began scratching his head. "This is ridiculous! They're grown adults, for goodness' sake! Don't they understand the concept of boundaries? Acting all cozy like that—who are they trying to impress?

"First, it's her fiancé, and now her childhood sweetheart. Abigail, you're really playing a game here, aren't you? I can't wait to see just how far you'll take it!"

With that, Taylor quickly dialed his assistant's number and turned toward the door. "Get me the earliest flight ticket, now!"

"Uncle Taylor!" Sienna's voice rang out, halting him in his tracks.

"What now?" Taylor snapped, his frustration boiling over.