Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 622

As the thunderous rumble of the engine faded into the distance, Julia found herself rooted to the spot, her mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts.

Gradually regaining her bearings, she surveyed the wreckage around her. Her primary concern was Zac's possible disapproval upon his return.

The fear of being deemed incapable and losing her place by his side lingered heavily in her thoughts.

"No," Julia whispered to herself, pacing the room anxiously. "I can't imagine a life without Zac."

Amid her inner turmoil, Julia's gaze settled on the fruit knife near the kitchen entrance, a sudden revelation piercing through her chaotic thoughts.

With only a brief moment of hesitation, she approached the knife and snatched it up, driving it forcefully into her left arm.

As Zac drove back, his frustration erupted at the sight of the partially collapsed wall, his hand instinctively slamming against the steering wheel with a resounding slap.

Did Helen truly manage to escape?

Despite recognizing the slim chance, Zac clung to the faintest glimmer of hope, pressing down on the accelerator.

When the car screeched to a halt, he dashed into the house, leaving the keys dangling in the ignition.

As he entered the living room, Zac's eyes were drawn immediately to the open door of Helen's room, crushing his last glimmer of hope.

As his senses returned, Zac noticed Julia lying injured on the sofa.

Kneeling beside her, he gently nudged her. "Julia?"

Julia had feigned unconsciousness all along, a ruse designed to mislead Zac.

As she noticed his evident distress, she slowly blinked her eyes open, summoning the last remnants of her strength to explain, "Helen and Chandler were working together. They attacked me, and I had no choice but to flee. I'm sorry…"

Sensing the mounting tension, Helen attempted to diffuse it with a shrug of her shoulders and shifted her gaze.

"You're always like this," Chandler's voice broke through the silence, low and laden with a mixture of blame and resignation.

Meeting his gaze, Helen's delicate features slightly furrowed in confusion, unable to discern what had prompted his reaction this time.

Observing her bewilderment, Chandler exhaled in frustration, rubbing his temples before eventually deflating with a resigned sigh.

All he wanted was for Helen to understand that her safety was paramount. However, it seemed she hadn't taken it seriously. If she had, she would have patiently awaited his rescue instead of putting herself in danger.

Knowing Helen wasn't one to tolerate lectures, he chose to hold back his words and instead drew closer, enveloping her in his arms.

Since the day Helen was abducted, Chandler had been walking on thin ice. But at this moment, he finally felt a semblance of peace wash over him.