Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 722

Upon observing Charlie's improved condition, Bruce casually returned indoors, taking a leisurely look around the house.

"Dad, Mom mentioned she wants Christine and me to stick around. Can you tell me where you keep your bank books and cards? Since you're not feeling well, I'd like to help Mom with managing bills and other expenses."

"You despicable scoundrel! I knew you'd never mend your stubborn ways. After all these years, you're still penniless and worthless. Get out of my sight!" Charlie roared, fury blazing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Bruce remained unmoved, showing no signs of backing down. "I'm not leaving. I have to take care of Mom. This isn't just your home, you know! Your words don't have the final say."

With her head bowed, Helen crouched before Charlie, her simmering aggression impossible to mask.

Meanwhile, Chandler kept his eyes locked on Helen, instantly sensing the tension escalating.

Furrowing his brow, Chandler approached Bruce with a composed demeanor. "Mr. Bruce, perhaps it would be best if you don't stay here for the moment. Come with me. I'll arrange a more suitable place for you."

"I don't see the need for that," Bruce declined firmly. "This is my home. Why should I stay elsewhere?"

With that statement, he pulled out a nearby chair and settled into it.

Chandler's gaze darkened, his politeness fading as he spoke sternly, "Mr. Bruce, are you sure you want to disregard my suggestion?"

Bruce shot him a disdainful look before closing his eyes dismissively. Shaking his head, he muttered irritably, "I'm not interested."

While Chandler wielded significant influence, he had no right to dictate Bruce's family matters.

Bruce believed that remaining in his family home and fulfilling his duties as a son was his rightful place. Even if the situation escalated to involving the police, he was prepared to face it without fear.

"Very well then," Chandler said, ending the conversation and promptly dialing his phone. "Carles, please send a few men over. Also, arrange for someone to clean up my vacant downtown property."

"W-What are you up to now? Are you planning to abduct me?" Bruce's tone grew tense as he pointed at Chandler. "Remember, Chandler, we live in a society governed by law. Your actions have consequences."

Charlie nodded in agreement and didn't press further.

"Dad, you can't just let things go like this. At least—"

Bruce was about to approach when Chandler's intense gaze locked onto his. In that instant, Bruce was frozen, unable to move forward another step.

He watched helplessly as the trio moved toward the backyard, realizing belatedly that a mere youngster had outmaneuvered him.

If he wanted to claim what was rightfully his, Bruce knew he had to be ruthless. Otherwise, Chandler would foil his plans.

With no one around, Bruce hastily searched every corner of the house. To his dismay, he found nothing of value.

Lifting an old wooden box he had recently uncovered, Bruce muttered in frustration, "Crafty old man, you have a talent for hiding things well. Did you really think I wouldn't know the true extent of the Spencer family's wealth?"