Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 621

Helen surveyed her surroundings and gestured toward the door. "Okay, is the kitchen a safe distance?"

"Yes. Stay hidden. I'll reach you in two minutes," Chandler reassured before disappearing.

Helen hurried into the kitchen and locked the door behind her. With anticipation coursing through her veins, she prepared herself for the impending rescue.

Meanwhile, Julia seemed to find the situation rather amusing, lounging on the sofa with an air of indifference. She was keen to witness Chandler's futile attempts to breach through.

After all, she had made her stance clear—without the key, that door wasn't budging.

But the next moment, a thunderous crash broke the silence. As the wall opposite her crumbled, a jeep sped toward her at a terrifying speed.

Reacting with lightning reflexes, Julia instinctively raised her hand to shield herself. With screeching brakes, the vehicle halted mere inches away, narrowly sparing her life.

Chandler flung the car door open and emerged, quickly confirming the kitchen's location before hurrying over to unlatch the door.

At the sight of Helen, Chandler's defenses crumbled entirely. Without hesitation, he enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his very soul.

"I've come for you," Chandler's voice quivered with emotion.

"I knew you would," Helen replied, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort wash over her. "Thank you, Chandler."

Shaking his head, Chandler's hand gently descended onto her tousled hair, tenderly stroking from crown to tip. "I'm sorry I couldn't arrive sooner."

As Chandler reached out to touch Helen's hand, his brow furrowed in concern as he noticed the unexpected tacky sensation beneath his fingertips.

Lowering his gaze, he was met with a glaring redness that seemed to penetrate his heart like sharp knives, each prick adding to his torment.

"What happened? Are you injured?" Chandler's voice trembled with worry, a pang striking his heart as he hesitated to touch Helen, fearing he might exacerbate her pain.

Nonetheless, Helen had already endured the worst of the agony. Now she felt numb, almost disconnected.

"I'm not lying. I deliberately injured myself to deceive them into taking me to the hospital. I was hoping it would provide an opportunity to escape," Helen conceded.

Her voice took on a pleading tone as she continued, "Chandler, are you seriously willing to commit murder for me? If you end up in prison, who will find me if there's a next time?"

Feeling the familiar warmth emanating from Helen, Chandler's anger ebbed away.

He tenderly cradled her face, sensing both love and concern in her expression. "Don't worry," he reassured her softly, "with me around, there won't be a next time."

As Chandler's words lingered, he shot Julia a cold glance before stepping forward to open the car door.

Without a word, he guided Helen into the passenger seat before circling around the car and sliding into the driver's seat.

The ignition hummed to life, the engine purring obediently as Chandler smoothly shifted into reverse.

His features stiffened as he pressed the gas pedal to the floor. It was as though this action was his only means of convincing himself that he wasn't entirely useless, that he could still protect the woman he held dear.