Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2030

"Could Base X be behind this?" Abigail asked, instinctively turning her gaze to Kingsley.

What did this all mean? Was their base preparing to declare war?

"I haven't heard anything about it," Kingsley replied.

"Is that because you haven't heard, or because you're choosing not to say?" Abigail's voice was cutting, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"What are you insinuating?" Kingsley countered, feeling the tension rising between them.

"I've seen the way you and Zac exchange looks," Abigail said, her eyes narrowing. "As soon as he was taken away, something happened to him. Maybe you're the one who tipped them off and helped him escape. It's not out of the question."

Kingsley bristled at the accusation. "I'll admit I was wrong last time, and I truly apologize. But as for the rest, it's better to leave it separate."

"Do you honestly think I'm just seeking revenge?" Abigail's lips curled into a scornful smile. "If that's your assumption, you're seriously underestimating me.

"I found Zac's Base X badge. Since you're all connected to Base X, it's only natural for me to suspect you. If you have proof to the contrary, feel free to show it. No one's stopping you."

Kingsley frowned, his gaze turning darker. As their eyes met, his expression became increasingly complex.

The atmosphere between them was unusual, at first seeming like a direct confrontation. But upon closer look, there was a hint of childish defiance, with a subtle tension quietly building beneath the surface.

"Base X has no motive for this," Chandler observed. "If Kingsley had wanted to release Zac, he could have done it easily at the villa. There was no need to wait until Larry took him away to act."

"Abigail's just focusing on the matter at hand, not on you personally," Helen added, trying to ease the tension. "Kingsley, you shouldn't take it to heart."

Kingsley briefly locked eyes with her before turning to Abigail. Letting out a deep sigh, he walked past them. "I'm going to find Lincoln," he muttered.

The trio watched as he walked off, their expressions revealing a mix of different thoughts.

After a moment, Helen spoke up, offering some advice to Abigail. "Kingsley might have a sharp tongue, but he's not a bad person. Since he's already apologized, maybe it's time to move on."

"It was the day you went to deliver food and tried to make amends," Chandler replied.

"So, you're saying he didn't do it on purpose?" Abigail murmured.

As she replayed the scene in her mind, she realized that Kingsley's expression had been strange, almost as if he were someone entirely different.

"What do you mean by that?" Helen asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"It's nothing." Abigail quickly shook off her thoughts, turning to leave. "I just remembered I have something to do. See you!"

"Come on, you just arrived, and now you're leaving? What's going on?" Helen asked, still puzzled.

Grasping the situation, Chandler gently escorted her back home. "Pregnant women shouldn't stress. If you keep frowning, it might affect our daughter's appearance in the future."

"That's just superstition," Helen replied, her voice tinged with defiance. "With our genes, there's nothing to worry about."