Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1823

Half an hour later, Abigail and Taylor were urgently called back.

In the living room, Dominic sat on the sofa, his expression grim. His presence was cold and intimidating, as if he were poised to strike at any moment.

The housekeepers around him moved with caution, holding their breath. Abigail could sense the tension in the air, making her more guarded than usual.

"Dad, why did you call for me so urgently? Is something wrong?"

Dominic slowly raised his gaze, his sharp eyes briefly meeting hers before shifting to Taylor. "You're fired. Pack your things and leave immediately."

Taylor froze, his hand still holding the dog leash. Pointing to himself, he looked at Aiden, confusion flickering on his face. "Are you talking about me, sir? Am I being dismissed? Could you explain the reason?"

"Yes, Dad. Juliet's been doing a great job. Why would you want to let her go?" Abigail asked, still trying to make sense of the sudden decision.

"Silence," Dominic snapped, his gaze hardening as he rose. "This is the Fitzgerald residence. I am the one who makes the decisions here—who stays and who leaves. Now, get out. Immediately!"

Abigail could no longer tolerate Dominic's rude tone. "Dad, Juliet is a young woman. How can you treat her this way?"

Never one to be spoken to with such disrespect, Taylor felt a surge of anger building inside him.

Still, he swallowed his pride and spoke calmly to Abigail. "Ms. Fitzgerald, if you share your father's view, I'll leave right away. I won't waste another second."

Recalling how Taylor had helped with Clover's treatment, Abigail firmly sided with him. "Dad, if Juliet leaves, I'm leaving too."

Dominic's expression hardened, but he remained silent, unwilling to acknowledge her words.

Abigail exhaled slowly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "I've done everything you and Mom have asked of me. Am I not allowed to make my own decisions about who I hire?"

Dominic let out a cold snort, his gaze unflinching as it landed on Taylor. "Explain yourself."

Taylor hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "I can't fully explain, but I swear I mean no harm. I would never hurt Ms. Fitzgerald."

"Did you come here with ulterior motives?" Abigail's brow furrowed in disbelief, the sting of betrayal cutting through her words.

"Yes, but it was for—"

"Leave," Abigail interrupted coldly, unable to bear the lies any longer. "I'm disappointed in you."

Taylor longed to explain himself, but the chance had slipped away.

The word "you" was trapped in his throat, lodged there like a painful lump. Before he could react, tears welled up, blurring his vision.