Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2049

Just then, Abigail's cold voice rang out at the door. "Lucy is fine."

Jenson was a little stunned as he looked over to Abigail and asked, "How do you know?"

"I ran into her when I just came back. She's in good condition," Abigail replied indifferently, making it impossible to discern her emotions. Then, she left with Taylor.

The truth had been revealed—Lucy and Taylor had been drugged, and they had slept together.

Her mind was already in a mess, and she really didn't want the matter to be exposed and gossipped by others. Thus, she could only choose to leave for the time being.

Helen found Abigail a bit strange. Her friend was usually nosy, but she acted so oddly at that moment. She assumed that Abigail just didn't want to talk much, so she didn't think much of it.

"What do you plan to do now?" Helen looked back into the room.

Jenson menacingly stared at Bryan on the floor. "Get Kingsley here to castrate him, so that he won't be able to harm others in the future."

"Are you sure he can do it?" Helen was worried for Kingsley.

"Isn't Kingsley a renowned doctor? Bryan won't die anyway. If anything goes wrong, it's all on Bryan." Jenson only cared about the outcome, not the process.

Just thinking about how he almost got taken advantage of by Bryan, Jenson became furious and wished to skin him alive. It was just a simple surgery, and it was even performed by Kingsley. Bryan was getting off too easily.

Both Helen and Lincoln were speechless. In the entire room, only Germaine was deep in thought. "Freya's room is right across the hall, so it's impossible that Bryan would dare to openly come over to cheat on her. It's very likely that Freya was drugged as well."

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Taylor only groggily woke up around noon the next day. When he opened his eyes, he saw Abigail sitting on the windowsill. He rubbed his throbbing temples and sat up.

"We stayed up so late last night. Why are you up so early?"

"I didn't sleep." Abigail had sat by the window all night.

Hearing that, Taylor sobered up a little. "What's wrong? Did something bother you? Did I hurt you last night? I'm sorry. I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday. I had no idea what I was doing. It must have been hard on you."