Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 624

Helen wasn't entirely certain about what had transpired between Chandler and Priscilla, but one thing seemed clear—she probably wouldn't need to fret about her relationship with Priscilla anymore.

This realization brought Helen more relief than narrowly escaping her recent near-death experience.

Chandler and Helen spent just an hour at Newton Residence. Upon departing, Priscilla refrained from probing Helen with questions, leaving her in high spirits.

As they returned to Spencer Residence, Helen couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. Turning to Chandler with a playful grin, she asked, "Did you work some magic on your mom?"

Chandler's lips curved into a playful smile at Helen's remark, maintaining an air of mystery. "Well, what do you think?"

"Without a doubt," Helen replied with a teasing tone. After enduring Priscilla's behavior for so long, feeling lighthearted now was a welcome shift. Nevertheless, her curiosity persisted.

Adjusting her expression, she tried to coax an answer out of Chandler. "Come on, spill the beans. What kind of mystical power do you possess to change someone's character? I need to take notes."

Chandler smiled enigmatically before quipping, "Unfortunately, that's classified."

He recognized that divulging those moments of tension and self-isolation would only unnecessarily burden Helen.

Giving him a frustrated glare, Helen defiantly averted her gaze. "Okay, keep it to yourself. If you're not willing to share, then I won't confide in you in the future either," she said decisively.

Chandler suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop at the roadside.

Helen lurched forward from the sudden halt before being snapped back by her seatbelt.

Turning to her side, she was met with Chandler's hurt and reproachful look, a stark contrast to his earlier lighthearted demeanor.

"What's wrong?" Helen asked, her expression puzzled.

"Did you really say you'll keep things from me in the future?" Chandler replied, his expression turning grim.

Helen was taken aback, realizing she had inadvertently upset Chandler once more.

Unbeknownst to them, Charlie and Sylvia had been waiting patiently, feeling as though an eternity had passed.

Upon hearing the security guard announce Chandler's arrival, they eagerly made their way toward the entrance, their arms linked.

With the car barely coming to a halt, Charlie swiftly leaned on his cane and hastened toward the front passenger seat, his anticipation palpable.

"Helen, my beloved granddaughter…"

As Helen stepped out of the car, Sylvia rushed to envelop her in a tight embrace. Her heart clenched at the sight of the injury on Helen's right hand, tears pooling in her eyes.

"How serious is this injury? Oh, dear, why didn't you stay at the hospital? What's the hurry to return?" While Sylvia's words held a stern tone, they were tinged with unmistakable affection.

Meanwhile, Charlie stood nearby, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cane. His furrowed brow spoke volumes of his worry, while his face depicted a vivid picture of concern.

"Grandma, please don't fret. I brought this injury upon myself. It's not serious, and it doesn't hurt me at all. Look, I'm perfectly alright," Helen asserted, gesturing with her hand to reassure Sylvia.