Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2114

"Well then, I'll be heading out now. Take care of yourselves at home, alright?"

"Hold on a second, Uncle Jenson," Lincoln exclaimed, stopping him. He pulled two white plastic tubes filled with clear liquid from his pocket and handed them over.

"The one on the left is a sleeping drug I stole from Kingsley. If things go south, it'll help you make a quick escape. If you can't get away, drinking the one on the right will make you appear dead. Most people won't notice anything unusual."

"Smart thinking, kid. Alright, I'll take them," Jenson said, slipping the tubes into his pocket.

After giving Germaine one last hug, he left with James.

As Germaine watched him disappear from view, a fleeting look of concern passed across her face. However, she quickly hid her worry. Claiming she was tired, she quietly made her way upstairs.

As Germaine departed, Sienna felt a sense of confusion. "Zac has done so many terrible things, and now Uncle Jenson has to take his place, running from both Destiny Corporation and the police. It's twice as dangerous. How can Aunt Germaine not be worried?"

"Of course she's worried. Didn't you see the way they looked at each other? Their gazes were almost entwined," Taylor replied with a sigh. "I envy them, honestly. After a short separation, they get to be together again. Unlike me…"

The one he loved was so near, yet they couldn't touch or hold each other. No distance in the world could feel more impossible.

"Here, take this. I picked it from the backyard. You should give it to Aunt Abigail to make her feel better," Sienna said, offering him a flower.

People often claimed that children didn't understand much, but in reality, they were the most observant. They could always sense the smallest changes between the adults around them.

Lately, Sienna had noticed Taylor and Abigail spending more time apart, and she was sure it meant they'd had some sort of disagreement.

In her mind, it was simple—when people argued, one of them just needed to apologize and make things right.

Taylor absentmindedly twirled the flower in his hands, unsure of what to say.

Taylor lowered his head, lost in thought. "Sincerity… What would it take to truly show sincerity?"

The day passed in a blur, and soon, nightfall gently settled in.

Abigail returned home around 9:00 pm after a walk outside. As she approached the door, she noticed Taylor sitting on the floor by the entrance.

Upon seeing her, Taylor sprang to his feet, his eyes brightening. "You're back! Are you tired?"

"What do you want?" Abigail asked coldly.