Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1854

Hugo turned to face Aiden, his eyes alight with anticipation.

As Aiden stepped closer, he drew an antique military dagger from his sleeve, its blade intricately inlaid with emerald. It was a weapon steeped in history—one that no man could resist.

Hugo's eyes widened in awe, his hands trembling as he gently grasped the hilt. "This is incredible! Where did you get it?"

"I got it at an auction in Zuria. It cost 50 million dollars," Aiden replied, his face stoic.

"It's worth every penny!" Hugo exclaimed, not initially fazed by the price.

But as the reality of the sum sank in, he raised an eyebrow, a thought crossing his mind. "Wait a minute, that's a lot of money… I don't remember you running this by me. Did you?"

Aiden's eyes darkened with anger. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the blade and drove it into Hugo's side.

"Aiden, you—" Hugo's voice faltered as he gripped his shoulder, the excruciating pain cutting off his words. His body hunched, unable to bear the weight of the torment.

"I've been answering to you for years, but that ends today. Don't blame me—you left me no choice."

Hugo's eyes widened in shock as Aiden pushed the dagger deeper into his body.

"Don't worry, your father will join you soon enough. And once I'm done, Lucy will follow. You'll have a nice little family reunion down there."

Hugo's strength drained swiftly, his hand slipping from Aiden's shoulder and weakly finding its way to the hilt of the dagger.

With a final effort, he grasped Aiden's wrist, his eyes filled with betrayal. "W-Why…?"

He had trusted Aiden completely, only to be betrayed.

"Maybe you should ask the Grim Reaper yourself when you see him," Aiden quipped, yanking the dagger free and forcefully shoving Hugo backward.

With that, Hugo tumbled into the cold, unforgiving sea below.

"It's a long story," Taylor said sarcastically, attempting to lighten the mood. "Looks like he's still bleeding—maybe we should focus on saving his life first. What do you think?"

"What happened?" Helen asked, rushing downstairs to join them.

After assessing Hugo's injuries, she commanded, "Take him to the basement. There's a makeshift operating room down there."

"I'll leave it to you, boss. I'll go find a doctor in the meantime," Taylor said, aware that Helen's expertise in alternative medicine had its limits.

"Find a doctor for what? You've got a perfectly good one right here," Helen countered, visibly exasperated.

"You're an alternative medicine practitioner, right? Since when did you become a surgeon?" Taylor fired back. "This guy needs stitches, not acupuncture!"

"Do you honestly think those seven years I was gone were just a waste?"