Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2005

"You're making me nervous with all this pressure," Helen said, her voice tinged with exasperation.

The three women exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ah!" Abigail suddenly gasped, her hand flying to her phone.

"What's going on now? You're acting like you've seen a ghost," Helen said, her hand pressed to her chest. Abigail's unpredictable antics were going to give her a heart attack one of these days.

"I forgot to tell Mr. Newton! If he finds out you fainted and I didn't inform him, he'll have my head!" Abigail grumbled, quickly hitting the dial button.

"Oh, come on. Is Chandler really that terrifying?" Helen asked.

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think they call him the Living King of Hell?"

"Speaking of the Living King of Hell," Germaine interjected, glancing toward the door and subtly signaling to Abigail.

Before Abigail could respond, Chandler appeared at Helen's side, his expression full of concern as he took her hand. "Honey, what happened? Are you feeling alright?"

Abigail silently hung up the phone.

"It's nothing serious. The doctor just said there's something growing inside me," Helen teased, letting the suspense linger.

Chandler's heart missed a beat, his grip on her hand tightening. "Don't worry. We have Kingsley. He'll take care of it. If he can't, we'll find someone else. I'll stay by your side the whole time. Everything will be fine."

It was clear that Chandler had jumped to the worst conclusion—he thought Helen had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Germaine and Abigail exchanged a glance, both struggling to hold back their amusement. It seemed the CEO of Destiny Corporation wasn't quite as sharp as usual.

Helen smiled shyly as she pushed him away. "Okay, enough. Abigail and Germaine are still here."

"Ahem. Don't mind us—we're very discreet. We didn't see a thing. Right, Germaine?" Abigail said, giving Germaine a playful wink.

"Is that so?" Chandler replied, rising to his feet and looking at Abigail with a faint smile. "Because I could've sworn I just heard someone say I'm quite terrifying."

"That was Hels! I only said you're the 'Living King of Hell,' but I didn't—"

Abigail froze, realizing her slip-up. Her laugh came out nervously as she quickly added, "Mr. Newton, I was just joking! You wouldn't hold a grudge over something like that on such a happy occasion, would you?"

"Helen's pregnancy is truly the only good news we've had recently," Germaine said, her smile fading as her thoughts returned to Jenson's uncertain fate.