Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1973

"Let her come. I was worried she wouldn't," Jenson said. "With her terrible fighting skills, your mom could easily handle a whole bunch of her."

"Jenson, how dare you make fun of my mom!" Germaine exclaimed.

The room fell silent.

…

It had been over two weeks since Abigail had been on bed rest, and while Helen's cooking was top-notch, Abigail had grown tired of the daily nourishing soup.

"Hels, please! Can we skip the soup tomorrow? I've gained five pounds in two weeks! My waist is practically gone!"

Helen casually brought a spoonful of soup to her mouth. "No way. If your waist disappears, so be it! It takes a hundred days to fully recover from injuries like yours. You're far from done!"

Abigail looked ready to cry. Her eyes darted around as a new idea popped into her head.

"Fine, no skipping the soup. But can I at least go out tomorrow? After lying around for two weeks, my limbs are wasting away. If I don't go out soon, cobwebs will grow on me."

Helen pursed her lips. "Don't think I don't know you. You just want to go find Taylor. No negotiating! Honestly, how are you still so stubborn and childish at your age?"

Every time this topic came up, Helen felt like a nagging mother.

Abigail pouted, clearly dissatisfied.

Helen picked up a piece of fish fillet and placed it on Abigail's plate, coaxing her to eat. "It's not that I don't want you to go out. So many people have worked so hard to take care of you.

"Especially Kingsley—he has to adjust your medication every few days to help you recover faster. You wouldn't want to keep troubling him, would you?"

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. As long as he doesn't go out of his way to bother me, I couldn't care less about him!"

"Good. Alright then, you rest up. I'm heading back now." Helen still had to check on the kids' schoolwork.

"Got it," Abigail replied half-heartedly.

Before leaving, Helen turned back and pointed at her with a warning. "Remember, don't go looking for Taylor!"

"Got it already. So annoying, hmph!" Abigail huffed, pulling the blanket over herself.

But as soon as she heard the door close, she sprang up, pulling a hidden outfit from beneath the blanket.