Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 721

Chandler paused, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. "Even if it involves extreme measures like murder and arson, I wouldn't hesitate," he stated emphatically, each word carrying weight.

As Bruce looked at Chandler's disingenuous smile, a sense of unease swept over him.

Chandler was accustomed to making bold decisions in the competitive business world. Despite Bruce's seniority in age, Chandler's imposing presence overshadowed him effortlessly.

Bruce had returned seeking his share of the family fortune, but what good would wealth be if it came at the cost of his life?

With these thoughts in mind, Bruce chuckled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Newton, surely you're joking. There's no need to discuss murder and arson in the context of family matters."

Turning to Helen, Bruce lightly tapped his cheek twice. "I apologize, Helen. Sometimes, I tend to speak without thinking. Please disregard my earlier words.

"Whether you're adopted or not doesn't matter. We all carry the Spencer last name, after all. That's what truly matters, right?"

Helen remained unfazed by Bruce's words. After all, she had grown accustomed to such crude behavior from people like him.

Despite wanting to scold Bruce, Helen hesitated, mindful of not upsetting Charlie further.

Instead, she held back her words and shifted her focus to comforting Charlie. "Grandpa, it's time for you to rest. Try not to get too worked up."

Charlie let out a sigh. His brow creased with concern. "Helen, don't pay attention to that scoundrel—"

"I already know," Helen cut him off with a stoic expression

Charlie's expression froze, disbelief washing over his face. After a long pause, he finally regained his composure, appearing utterly bewildered. "W-What... how?"

As Charlie stared at the ceiling, a sudden realization dawned on him. He shifted his gaze toward Chandler nearby, his eyes betraying a glimmer of hope.

Given Helen's fondness for Chandler, perhaps he could become her new pillar of support.

Just outside the side door, Melody stood against the wall, her mouth wide open in astonishment.

She had heard every word clearly just moments ago.

Helen wasn't the Spencer family's biological granddaughter; she was adopted.

Could Helen really be Bianca, after all?