Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1821

The railing trembled under Freya's furious grip, but Germaine didn't slow down. Instead, she quickened her steps, vanishing from Freya's sight in an instant.

Freya's teeth clenched as her fingers dug into the railing, imagining it was Germaine's neck she was throttling.

The housekeeper trailing behind cautiously stepped forward, offering a sycophantic smile. "Ms. Moran, don't waste your time on that ungrateful lowborn. We all know you are the true daughter of the Moran family."

Without warning, Freya whipped around and slapped the housekeeper across the face. "Germaine and I both share the same father, don't we? If she's a wretch, then what does that make me? You're just a lowly housekeeper. How dare you meddle in my family's affairs? Know your place!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Moran! I was wrong. Please forgive me!" The housekeeper instantly crumpled, holding her throbbing cheek and bowing repeatedly.

"Get out of my sight!"

"Y-Yes, of course…"

After dismissing the housekeeper, Freya's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning as she stared in the direction Germaine had taken.

Germaine was no simple rival. Freya knew she would have to act quickly—if she didn't, it wouldn't be long before Germaine surpassed her and took everything she had.

The Moran family was hers, as was her father. She was determined to make sure no one would dare take what rightfully belonged to her.

…

Taylor had managed to secure permission to leave the Fitzgerald residence, citing Clover's illness as the reason.

While it was a legitimate excuse, it also allowed him to escape the emotional turmoil of living under the same roof as Abigail and Aiden. Watching them together every day was pushing him to the brink.

As he finished packing his things, Abigail appeared in the doorway.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asked, suspicion lacing her voice.

Abigail eyed him curiously, raising an eyebrow. "We're both women. Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!" Taylor protested, his voice coming out a little hoarse. He swallowed, trying to force a chuckle. "It's just... your figure is... impressive. It made me feel a little self-conscious, that's all."

Taylor had always thought Abigail was flat-chested, but in that moment, he realized how wrong he'd been.

Abigail glanced down at herself with a frown. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant—" Taylor hastily tried to explain, but his words got tangled in his nervousness.

"Forget it," Abigail snapped, clearly impatient. "Stop wasting time. Go and start the engine."

"Right away…"