Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 693

It's always better to have a friend than an enemy.

After a moment of silence, Priscilla made up her mind and said, "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee it. By the way, I do this out of respect for you, not because the Newton family fears the Lindvall family."

Then, she hung up the phone.

She was, after all, the only matriarch of the Newton family. She was not easily intimidated.

Despite being enraged, she still searched for a number with a gray avatar from the address book and dialed it.

The call was quickly picked up, and she directly asked, skipping the small talk, "Where are you now?"

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After buying some food ingredients from the supermarket, Chandler sent Helen home and returned to his company.

Melody came to help Helen, who was cooking in the kitchen.

But she was used to being taken care of. Though she was mentally ill, she was still served by maids. Thus, she could only help to wash the vegetables.

She was happy to see Helen, and she started a conversation with her.

"Nowadays, there aren't many young ladies like you who are both presentable and good at cooking."

"That's not the case. It's just that you don't see much. There are still many nice young ladies in this world," Helen answered casually.

"You're right." Melody nodded and sighed. "Indeed, it's been a long time since I've been out and seen the world properly."

She invited Melody to stay because she wanted to. Since she had expressed her desire to help Melody, she would help, but with the premise that Melody needed it.

Helen looked at Melody earnestly, trying to make herself look more sincere and appear reliable to Melody.

There was a voice in Melody's head telling her that she could rely on Helen. But another voice told her that Helen was kind and that she should not bring Helen into her problems.

After a moment of hesitation, Melody brushed it over with a smile. "Let's not talk about this. Your grandparents have been waiting. We shall speed up. Old people can't starve."

Helen knew it was a rejection, so she gave up persuading and picked up the knife again.

They spoke nothing more later, appearing to be preoccupied with their own thoughts.