Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1840

"I didn't say I was running away. I just need some fresh air in the garden. You're welcome to follow me if you must," Abigail replied.

"Well—"

"You do realize that if I told my dad I didn't like you, you'd never be able to stay and work for my family, right?" Abigail interjected, her words cutting like a knife.

At her remark, the bodyguard immediately stepped aside. "Getting some fresh air will aid in your recovery. Please, go ahead, Ms. Fitzgerald."

At last, Abigail took a deep breath, savoring the air of freedom as it filled her lungs.

Under a large tree, a young man with a cast on his right leg sat on a bench, leaving an empty spot beside him. Noticing the gap, Abigail walked over and sat at the edge of the bench.

She closed her eyes, letting the peaceful atmosphere of the garden calm her. As she took in the fresh air, she thought that the hospital wasn't so bad after all—at least here, she didn't have to deal with Aiden.

"Hey!" The man beside her suddenly spoke.

"Did you call me?" Abigail asked, turning to face him.

It was only then that she looked at him and noticed just how handsome he was.

His hair was short, and his sharp features had a natural charisma. The stubble on his chin gave him a rugged charm, the kind of bad boy appeal that was hard to resist—almost like a popular actor.

"Are we the only ones here?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow. "You've been locked up by your family, haven't you?"

Abigail shrugged, silently confirming the obvious. With a dozen bodyguards tailing her every move, it was clear enough.

The man extended his hand and gave hers a firm shake. "Hello, fellow prisoner."

He then tilted his head and pointed ahead. "See those guys? The bodyguards on the left are watching you, and the ones on the right are keeping an eye on me."

Abigail couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Running into someone else in the same situation felt almost surreal.

"Do you want to escape?" the man whispered.

"Wait—you're Abigail?" The man's face lit up with surprise.

She was the woman his father had arranged for him to meet. It seemed she hadn't recognized him.

"Is there a problem?" Abigail asked, noticing the strange reaction.

"No, not at all. It's a beautiful name." The man grinned, extending his hand once more. "I'm Hugo Hunt. Here's to a successful partnership."

…

It was 8:50 pm.

Back in Room 602, Hugo signaled for one of the bodyguards to come in. He handed him the hospital gown and wig that had been bought earlier.

"Change into these. In ten minutes, take a walk around the fourth floor."