Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 729

As Helen prepared to sit down, she overheard Chandler's quiet words beside her. "No, it's too late. I'll need to escort Helen home. If there's something on your mind, just say it."

"This is ludicrous! In a room full of elders and relatives, he's obsessed with this random outsider! It's like he's completely lost his mind!" exclaimed an older man with authority, shaking his head in disbelief.

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group, yet they hesitated to confront Chandler directly.

Each person was absorbed in their own agenda while feigning concern for the Newton family's well-being. It appeared they were deceiving themselves into thinking they were champions of justice.

Chandler's eyes narrowed as he briefly glanced at the old man, choosing not to acknowledge his words. Instead, he calmly shifted his focus to Louis, fixing his gaze on him.

"Dad, I'm eager to hear your thoughts," Chandler spoke suddenly.

Louis had been frowning deeply. Upon hearing Chandler's words, he let out a heavy sigh.

Raising his head slowly, Louis met Chandler's gaze. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he asked, "Chandler, I have faith in your abilities, but given the current situation… Could you please provide a few words of explanation to your uncles?"

"What's there to explain?" Chandler responded calmly. "No one sought explanations when profits were flourishing. Yet, at the first hint of crisis, blame is immediately assigned. Are we truly no different from those who thrive on baseless rumors and fleeting gains?"

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting now? Is that what you think of us?" the same elderly man retorted sharply. He was clearly the leader of the group.

With a resounding slam on the table, he stood up abruptly. "Even when Esmond was alive, he recognized our position. Chandler, you've only just assumed leadership, yet you already look down on us. We are your own flesh and blood, for heaven's sake!

"Let me be straight with you. We're here today to ask you to decide between the interests of the Newton family and that woman. Take your time to weigh your options carefully!"

Upon hearing this, Chandler couldn't help but chuckle. "Wow, it seems you've been depending on handouts for quite a while. It's absurd for you to believe you've earned anything on your own."

"You brought these people here, didn't you?" Chandler's question cut through Priscilla's pretense.

Even now, he couldn't fathom why Priscilla was so intent on breaking him and Helen apart.

Meanwhile, Priscilla held her breath, unable to formulate a response. She knew Chandler was too perceptive for her to hide anything from him.

After a prolonged silence, Priscilla took a deep breath and spoke with determination, "Yes, I orchestrated this meeting. I couldn't watch you ruin yourself and bring disgrace to the Newton family's name. Chandler, there's still time to rethink your path."

This recurring scene felt like an inescapable nightmare.

Chandler's weariness was evident as he conceded with a sense of defeat, "Very well. The fate of the Newton family is now in your hands."