Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1887

Lucy was smiling, but tears kept flowing down her face. Taylor could no longer stand it and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"No, you're not dirty. You're just sick. I'll take you to get treatment. No one will ever hurt you again. Trust me."

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Upon arriving at a new place, it was necessary to build good relationships with the local powers.

That evening, Chandler went out to socialize. Abigail, who didn't want to go home and quarrel with her father, stayed overnight at Helen's place.

Lying in the same bed with her best friend after so many years, Abigail felt quite emotional. "No wonder I felt something different when I first saw you. It turns out that you're not Kaylee; you've always been my beloved Helen."

"I was forced to; even the kids just found out the truth not long ago." Helen tucked the blanket around Abigail.

When women got together, they would somehow talk about men.

"Are you really going to give up on Taylor?" Helen asked. Abigail was no longer young. She would truly miss her chance if she kept waiting and did nothing.

"What else can I do besides giving up?" Abigail lay flat on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling like giving up. "We are drifting further apart. That Lucy is very special to him."

"Taylor still cares about you; you should make an effort." Since Helen's identity had been revealed, she could speak more freely.

"For your sake, he jumped into the sea to save Hugo without any safety measures. He kept calling your name when he was drunk. I've never seen him like this."

"Stop joking; he's just a blockhead. How would he do those things?" Abigail voiced her doubt, but she was actually filled with anticipation.

"I'll show you something." Helen decided not to sleep. She got up, grabbed her phone, and found a video from her album to show Abigail.

Soon, the phone played a heartfelt confession from Taylor. "It's not that I don't like you; I'm afraid that if I die too soon, you'll become a widow.

After waiting upstairs for a while, Helen grew anxious and decided to head downstairs. As soon as she reached the living room, she saw Chandler bringing a man in. Abigail had also returned with them.

The man's limbs were tied up. Chandler kicked the man behind his knee, causing him to fall on his knees. Helen went over to size him up.

The man had broad shoulders and long legs, with a well-defined face. His side profile was full of masculine charm, but from the front, he looked harmless and cool.

He looked youthful, but his muscular build was quite alluring. He was a typical handsome man, and among the people Helen had met, only Chandler could rival him in looks.

Was he the scoundrel who had thrown stones several times but dared not show up?

His looks were indeed beyond Helen's expectations. Sometimes, a person's view would be influenced by the other party's looks. No one would think of something bad when they saw a handsome man.

Seeing Helen staring intently at the man, Chandler deliberately walked over and stood before her, blocking most of her view.