Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 618

Once sinister thoughts took root in the mind, they proved nearly impossible to suppress.

Seemingly entranced, Julia was consumed by a lack of moral conscience. She covertly concealed a kitchen knife up her sleeve.

Driven by an eerie compulsion, she unlocked the door to Helen's confined room.

Just as Helen prepared to create a commotion at the door, it swung open unexpectedly. In that brief moment of eye contact with Julia, her intuition screamed that something was different about her.

Though unable to articulate the specifics, an instinctual wariness washed over Helen, urging her to be on guard.

Julia's expression remained impassive as she maintained eye contact with Helen briefly, her gaze drifting down to Helen's injured hand.

With the same stoic demeanor, she subtly pursed her lips and commented, "How careless of you."

Helen hesitated momentarily before recalling the injury on her hand. Awkwardly, she explained, "Yeah, you're right. I didn't even realize it was hurt until you mentioned it."

The sudden change in Julia's demeanor likely caught Helen off guard, momentarily distracting her from the pain.

Julia exuded an air of assurance as she stepped confidently inside, making room for Helen to pass. "Let's handle this outside. If anything goes wrong, the responsibility falls on me."

Her words held the conviction of someone ready to take charge. While her expression remained composed, her unwavering determination radiated from her eyes, gleaming with resolve.

Helen absorbed every detail, her wariness intensifying with each passing moment.

Amidst her inner turmoil, a restless impulse stirred within Helen. Her sharp eyes fixated on the main door opposite, recognizing a slim chance of escape if she made a break for it.

However, doubts clouded her mind. Helen couldn't be certain if Julia would allow her to leave without consequences.

Stepping through that threshold meant confronting an unknown fate, a risk she wasn't certain she was prepared to take.

In the mirror's reflection, Helen noticed the glint of the knife just in time. Reacting with the agility honed from years as a professional race car driver, she swiftly sidestepped the descending knife.

Julia's efforts were in vain. By the time she plunged the knife, Helen had already dashed to the refuge of the living room sofa.

"Why would you try to kill me?" Helen frowned in disbelief as she struggled to understand the unfolding nightmare.

Gritting her teeth, Julia aimed the knife once more, and her expression contorted into a frenzy of madness.

"Because you're unworthy of Zac," she snarled. "And for destroying him, you must pay with your life!"

With that chilling declaration, Julia charged toward Helen without hesitation.

Given her wounded hand, Helen refrained from reaching for the knife. Instead, she circled around the sofa, deftly evading each thrust of the blade.