Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2108

Kingsley straightened, a gentle smile curving his lips as he looked at Abigail, warmth evident in his eyes. "I told you before, I wasn't lying. I really do have a sister."

Abigail remained frozen, her mind spinning. It was clear now that he hadn't been misleading her at the cliffside—he truly had a sister, one who was gravely ill and in need of care.

Before she could collect her thoughts, Kingsley stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you for bringing her back."

Abigail instinctively tensed, caught off guard by the sudden closeness. Her hands hung awkwardly at her sides, unsure of where to place them.

Meanwhile, Taylor had stepped outside to get some fresh air. As he observed the scene unfolding below, a mix of emotions stirred inside him.

Mindful of the moment, Kingsley gave only a brief, gentle hug before stepping back. He turned to the others and said, "Let me introduce my twin sister, Serena Godfrey. We were born just an hour apart."

"Our family's issues have caused a great deal of trouble for all of you," Serena said, offering a subtle nod of gratitude. "I'm truly grateful for your help."

Her voice remained calm and steady, without much warmth, yet no one was offended. In fact, her delicate health only seemed to deepen the sympathy they felt for her.

"From now on, we're all family," Jenson said with a casual wave of his hand, encouraging her to ease up. "Normally, we'd celebrate your safe return with a big welcome, but given the circumstances, it's better to keep things low-key. We'll make it up to you later."

Serena frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "I'm just grateful to be back with my family. I don't want to be a burden... Maybe we can skip the celebration."

"It's no trouble at all! The more, the merrier—everyone's excited to have you back!" Jenson insisted.

"Let's forget about it," Kingsley interjected, stepping in to ease the tension. "Serena is still unwell, and a noisy environment might be too overwhelming for her."

Kingsley knew Serena's temperament all too well. After years of illness, her zest for life had faded, and noisy crowds only made her more agitated. If possible, he'd prefer not to subject her to it.

"As long as I'm here, there's no illness that can't be cured," Kingsley said, his tone laced with frustration, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Though his words held a trace of hope, everyone understood that his medical knowledge had reached its limits. Having come so far without a cure, it was clear that hope was starting to fade.

"With them handling it, nothing can go wrong. You can relax. A beauty like you deserves to be out there living life and spreading your charm. And if any fool dares to hurt you, I'll knock them out with one punch!"

Her infectious optimism brightened the room, and Serena couldn't help but smile in response, moved by Abigail's spirited energy.