Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2121

"Could you explain it in a way a normal person would understand?" Abigail asked, her confusion deepening.

"His IQ is comparable to that of a four-year-old," Kingsley replied. "To put it simply, he's mentally impaired."

"Taylor… has become a fool?"

Abigail was shocked. Could a fall really cause someone to lose their mental faculties? It seemed almost impossible.

But as she gazed at Taylor's vacant stare and childlike demeanor, the harsh truth became undeniable.

Seeing a grown man behave so childishly felt deeply unsettling. The more she watched him, the more uncomfortable she grew. "How long until he gets better?"

"His brain injury is severe, and it's likely irreversible. Medication can offer only limited relief. Whether he recovers, if at all, depends on his body's ability to heal. There's not much more I can do," Kingsley said, his tone filled with regret.

Abigail frowned. "Isn't there anything else that can be done?"

"Well, how about this—let's find a way to bump his head again and see if that helps."

"I think you're trying to get him killed."

"You were the one who asked, so I just threw out an idea. It's not like I actually want him to do that. Why are you getting so upset?"

The tension between them grew, but this time, neither of them pushed the issue further, both silently agreeing to let it go.

Meanwhile, Taylor behaved like a child who had gotten into trouble. He would steal glances at Abigail, only to quickly look away when she caught him.

Every time she moved, he would shift to follow her, sneaking another look before breaking into a playful grin.

Abigail sighed. "What should we do now? Should we find someone to stay with him?"

"In situations like this, bringing in someone unfamiliar would only put the caretaker at greater risk," Kingsley explained. "Who could be more trustworthy than you, his fiancée?"

"Not anymore," Abigail answered indifferently.

Abigail rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Fine, let's go."

…

After a full day and night spent traveling by car, Helen stepped out to find herself in front of an imposing castle.

The grand structure stood with the regal elegance of 17th-century architecture, exuding a sense of solemn authority.

Edith led the way, guiding her through the castle's impressive entrance and up toward the tower walkway.

From this elevated vantage point, the sweeping view of the surrounding landscape was breathtaking. Helen strained her eyes to take in every detail, captivated by the scene before her.

As they made their way through a spacious square, Helen noticed a group of children gathered, all around seven or eight years old.

At that moment, Edith stopped and turned to her. "Since we're here, we might as well take the opportunity to enjoy Trinity Alliance's Cultural Festival."