Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1852

"You only ever think about food," Helen said, her voice tinged with reproach. "As the older brother, maybe you should show more concern for Jenson. We don't need another Zac situation."

"He won't cause any trouble," Chandler replied, releasing her from his embrace. He then walked to the dining table and began arranging the utensils.

"How can you be so sure?" Helen asked, handing him a glass of milk.

"The situations are completely different," Chandler said flatly. "Let's just eat."

"You always leave things half-said—it's so frustrating," Helen muttered. But despite her complaints, she sat down and began eating with him.

Helen knew Chandler well enough to understand that beneath his sharp tongue, he had a tender heart.

On the outside, he appeared indifferent, but when it came to people he cared about, he would never stand by without helping.

With Chandler having little business in Miravell, the entire family treated it like a vacation. They enjoyed a leisurely meal, taking over an hour to finish.

As Helen was loading the dishwasher, Jenson suddenly rushed in, looking flustered.

"Helen, if anyone asks for me, just tell them I'm not here!" he said.

"Who's looking for you?" Helen asked, but before she could get an answer, Jenson had already dashed upstairs.

A moment later, Germaine walked in carrying a thermos. "Helen, have you had breakfast yet?" she asked.

"Um…" Helen hesitated, fidgeting with her hands. "Yes, I already did. What brings you here so early?"

"I'm actually a little late," Germaine said, holding up the thermos. "My mom made some soup, and I thought Jenson could use it to recharge after working overtime. Since Chandler's been busy too, I figured this would be enough for both of them. You can heat it up for them later."

"That's so thoughtful! I didn't even think of that," Helen said, taking the thermos and setting it on the counter.

With that, she left.

Helen and Chandler exchanged glances, a quiet understanding passing between them as they nodded. It was obvious that Germaine had seen right through them.

Before long, they made their way upstairs with the soup Germaine had brought.

Seeing them return so soon, Jenson asked, "Did she leave already?"

"Yeah, she's gone," Chandler responded casually.

"She brought this for you," Helen added, handing him the thermos. "It's meant to help you regain your strength."

Jenson took the thermos, cradling it gently in his hands, his face reflecting a mix of bittersweetness and resignation.