Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 716

"It seems like you're not quite ready to end Chad's life just yet, huh?" Chandler remarked.

"Who says I'm not?" Helen frowned, unable to recall ever making such a statement.

Chandler lifted his gaze to meet hers, his eyes deep pools of ink. A subtle smile played on his lips as he teased, "Or perhaps you think your fiancé would let the Newton family's legacy slip away?"

At that moment, Helen realized Chandler had enough confidence to safeguard the Newton family from financial ruin. If that were the case, she would have no motive to go after Chad, and his life could be spared.

Growing slightly frustrated, Helen frowned. "I was too complacent."

Chandler gently stroked her silky hair. "Don't worry, my princess. With your boyfriend here, you don't have to take matters into your own hands."

Princess?

Helen found Chandler's melodramatic demeanor somewhat amusing.

After all, she was the type to pursue vengeance relentlessly, sparing no effort to settle scores. Nonetheless, Chandler seemed to be the only one who could overlook this aspect of her character.

Removing Chandler's hand, Helen retorted with a serious tone, "Mr. Newton, it's unfair to judge people through a narrow lens."

Chandler let out a chuckle and smoothly guided Helen's hands around his waist, prompting her to hold onto him gently. His long arms wrapped around her completely, enveloping her in his embrace.

"How could I change when it comes to you?"

Chandler had no intention of changing his biased stance toward Helen; after all, favoritism toward a loved one was a natural instinct.

Helen felt a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. It was as though a magical spell had been cast upon her, leaving her momentarily unable to move.

Based on their attire, they appeared to be regular folks. Helen wondered if they were distant relatives—possibly so distant that their familial connection was hardly recognizable.

Just as Helen pondered this, the middle-aged man who had been silent stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of the woman.

With an air of superiority, he declared, "I am Bruce Spencer, the patient's son. We're here to visit my mother. What's your business lurking around outside her ward?"

Observing his overly confident demeanor, Helen couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Could they be ghosts returning from the dead?

Even as con artists, their lack of professionalism was unmistakable. They should have conducted a thorough background check beforehand.

Although Sylvia did have a son, he had passed away over a decade ago and had been gone for quite some time.

It seemed these two had likely caught wind of Sylvia's critical condition and rushed over, hoping to stake a claim on the Spencer family's wealth.