Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1870

"What are you doing here?" Aiden demanded, his brow furrowing. "Taylor's nothing but a schemer. He's been hacking into our company's internal network and siphoning off assets. We came to arrest him, but he managed to slip away."

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Taylor was safe. She quickly stepped in to defend him. "This must be a misunderstanding. You know how close Taylor and I are—he would never do something like this."

"A misunderstanding?" Aiden's voice rose sharply, making Lucy flinch. "If there were no evidence, do you think we'd be here? You're being naive, and that's exactly how he's manipulated you. Taylor's background is far more complicated than you think. You don't know who he really is."

"No, Aiden, I know he's a good person. I believe in him—"

"I don't want it to be true either, but the evidence is right in front of us. What am I supposed to do?" Aiden snapped, his patience running thin. "Just go home for now. Once we catch him, you'll understand."

"But—"

"Lucy!" Aiden interrupted, his frustration boiling over. "In a situation like this, you should trust me, not some ambitious hacker who's stolen billions from the company. Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under? Please, don't make this harder on me, okay?"

Having said his piece, Aiden brushed Lucy's hand away and walked off with the group of police officers.

Lucy stood motionless, unable to find the words. She turned toward the house, intending to check on things, but the police blocked her path, leaving her feeling powerless.

After a moment of contemplation, she decided to go to the Fitzgerald residence and ask Abigail for help.

The housekeeper escorted her to a side room, where Lucy waited for over ten minutes before Abigail finally walked in.

"Good day, ma'am," Lucy greeted, rising to her feet.

"How many times must I say it? There's no need to be so formal," Abigail replied calmly.

"Apologies, I got a bit flustered," Lucy said hurriedly. "Ms. Fitzgerald, could you please have a word with Aiden? I'm sure he'll listen to you."

"What happened?" Abigail asked.

"How can you say that? Taylor's my boyfriend, and we'll be family one day. Ms. Fitzgerald, it's just a few words. It won't affect your relationship with Hugo. If you help me now, I promise I'll return the favor when you need it," Lucy insisted, not willing to give up.

"I don't need any favors," Abigail replied coldly, her expression unwavering. "I've said what I needed to. If you don't want to leave, you're free to stay."

With that, Abigail turned and walked out of the room.

Realizing she couldn't get through to her, Lucy reluctantly left, determined to find another way.

Once she returned to her room, Abigail dialed Helen's number and briefed her on the situation with Taylor.

She had come to terms with the fact that she wasn't the one destined to make him happy. With that in mind, she saw no point in remaining tangled in their affairs.

If they perceived her as distant or heartless, so be it. She had no intention of changing her stance.