Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 372

Celeste raised her head arrogantly and didn't say a name. Instead, she subtly hinted. "Who else? Doesn't everyone know who's the ugliest and the nastiest in the class? She's the best at seducing men."

Everyone exchanged glances and couldn't tell who she was referring to. Then, their gazes slowly fell on Helen. After all, when it came to looks, she really was at the bottom.

Helen frowned slowly as she felt the gazes on her.

However, Celeste didn't mention her name, so it wouldn't be wise for her to speak up. So, Helen continued with her work.

"Celeste, don't tell me you're talking about the Genius!" someone whispered.

However, Celeste smiled. "I was just casually saying it. As for the person I'm talking about, she probably knows I'm talking about her."

"That's enough, Celeste. Stop thinking about it and focus on our finals."

"Yeah, I still haven't done my work from yesterday. I'm going to work on it now."

After saying that, the two students who came to talk went back to their seats. Celeste looked around her and saw that everyone was busy studying. She felt out of place as a slacking student.

It was soon the final class in the morning, and Helen felt a subtle pain in her arm. She also felt that it was wet, so it was probably bleeding again.

Helen got up and went to the infirmary.

After getting herself a roll of new gauze, she went to the restroom.

Helen locked herself in one of the cubicles and undid the gauze on her arm. The bleeding wound was exposed, and she endured the pain as she reapplied the medication. Since it was hard to wrap the wound with one hand, she did it simply. Helen didn't care too much about it and left the cubicle.

Unexpectedly, when she exited the cubicle, the one next to hers was opened as well. Celeste came out from the cubicle and saw the trash can full of gauze in fresh blood. She fell into a deep thought.

"We're having P.E. next. I heard this is our last P.E. class for this semester. After this, it will be replaced by mathematics classes."

Helen went to the changing room and opened her locker to take her tracksuit. Fortunately, it was spring, and everyone had to wear long sleeves. That way, Helen could hide her wound.

When P.E. started, everyone had to run three laps. Of course, Helen had a hard time doing it, but she managed to pull through. Unexpectedly, Helen felt lightheaded after the warm-up, and she fainted.

"Helen…" Jenson called out.

Jenson was the first to run to Helen. Seeing how lifeless she looked, he quickly sent her to the infirmary.

Helen didn't know how long she had passed out. When she woke up, it was already evening. Helen tried moving her arm, and it was so painful that she winced.

"Don't move!" She heard a familiar voice next to her.

Helen was stunned, and she looked up and met Chandler's gaze. "What are you doing here?"