Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 715

As Helen released her grip, Rachel lost her footing and collapsed to the ground. After a bout of violent coughing, she clutched her throat and hurried toward the elevator.

As Rachel fled, she defiantly spat out, "Just you wait, you little bitch! I'll ensure justice for Chad. The Newton family will face bankruptcy! Even if you come begging later, I won't show mercy!"

"What a nuisance," Helen grumbled irritably, her brow furrowing as she prepared to intercept Rachel.

Seeing Helen's determination, Rachel hurriedly ducked behind a tall vase nearby, using leaves to shield her face from view.

Just then, Chandler held Helen back, shaking his head to caution her against acting too hastily.

With a resolute expression, Helen shook off Chandler's hand and shifted her gaze toward the elevator. In a solemn tone, she said, "If the Newton family faces bankruptcy, Chad's death will surely follow!"

Despite Helen's warning, Rachel dismissed her words as mere exaggeration to buy time.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Rachel dashed inside without hesitation. She swiftly pressed the close button, disappearing from Helen's sight.

Once Rachel had left, Helen settled on the floor in the hallway outside the hospital room. Her presence was tinged with palpable hostility.

Chandler remained silent as he approached Helen, sitting down beside her. He gently took her hands in his and began to massage them, starting from her fingertips and moving up to her bruised wrists.

"You should think about becoming a masseur," Helen quipped.

Chandler smiled faintly, continuing the rhythmic motion of his hands. "Maybe I should. Ms. Spencer, as my first client, how would you rate me?"

Chandler continued to tenderly massage Helen's hands. As his gaze lingered on the red marks etched into her wrist, a sigh of frustration escaped him.

"Can you promise me something?" Chandler's voice carried a pleading tone. "When I'm around, please avoid getting into any physical confrontations."

The sight of her delicate, fair skin marked by such a crimson scratch felt like a thorn piercing Chandler's heart.

"I'll try my best," Helen replied earnestly, unwilling to deceive him.

After all, she and Chandler were merely engaged; even married couples could easily divorce. Helen couldn't turn a blind eye to family matters, especially when Sylvia's safety was at stake.

Meanwhile, Chandler was at a loss for words. He silently resolved to enhance his reflexes, ensuring he could intervene swiftly the next time Helen took action.