Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1785

"Georgia, has Amy recovered from her illness? Where is she?"

Georgia smiled and stepped aside, revealing the woman behind her. "Your Highness, here she is—this is Amy."

The woman greeted them with a gentle smile. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Highnesses."

"Oh, my goodness," Anna exclaimed with delight, stepping forward to examine the woman more closely. "No one told me you were this young and beautiful! Could your design inspirations and beauty truly be gifts from God himself?"

The woman shyly pressed her lips together, neither confirming nor denying the remark. After a brief pause, she suddenly broke into a fit of coughing.

It was sharp and intermittent, and the look on her face made it clear she was in discomfort.

"Are you alright, Amy?" Anna asked, her gaze filled with concern.

"After her illness, Amy's body has been quite weak," Georgia interjected smoothly. "Although the flu is relatively minor, it will take some time for her to fully recover. I'm afraid she won't be able to give her best performance in today's competition, Your Highness."

"I see..." Anna replied, nodding in understanding. She then gently took the woman's hand and reassured her, "Don't worry, Ms. Amy. As long as you're willing to create, Prince Carl and I will always be here to support you!"

The woman's eyes softened with gratitude, her voice hoarse as she responded, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Just as this warm exchange unfolded, a mocking voice suddenly sliced through the air. "Well, well, I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's just you, Sadie. You're still alive, huh?"

As the words echoed, Jenson stepped into view, his arm intertwined with Germaine's.

"Sir, please show some respect. I don't understand why you feel the need to slander me, but I am truly Amy. My work will speak for itself!" Sadie asserted, standing tall and unwavering.

She had spent seven years preparing for this day—no minor doubts would shake her.

Jenson scoffed. "You certainly have unusual tastes, don't you? It seems you either enjoy pretending to be someone's apprentice or trying to pass yourself off as the real deal. Is your own identity so forgettable that you need to hide it?"

Sadie held her chin high, completely disregarding him. At that moment, she was a talented designer and a favored guest of Carl and Anna; she felt completely justified in her sense of superiority.

"Amy's designs have the endorsement of Prince Carl and Princess Anna. If you disagree, Mr. Newton, perhaps you should focus on proving yourself in the upcoming competition instead of bullying a woman offstage.

"That's hardly the behavior of a gentleman, wouldn't you agree?" Georgia remarked, skillfully steering the conversation back to the competition.