Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 808

Given the uncertainty of Kyle waking up after surgery, perhaps it would be wise to try extracting useful information from him before proceeding with the operation.

Shawn glanced at Kyle and then at the others standing nearby, carefully considering his next move.

Using his special medicine would inevitably raise Larry's suspicions. However, Helen's decisive action indicated she had likely already devised a backup plan.

With Helen taking charge, what else was there for him to worry about?

With that in mind, Shawn swiftly retrieved his canvas bag and took out a small vial of reagent from its innermost compartment.

Breaking it open, he delicately pried open Kyle's mouth and administered the entire contents of the vial.

A brief silence enveloped the room. Initially comatose, Kyle gradually started showing signs of consciousness as the treatment began to take effect.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, gradually becoming fully awake. He appeared just like any other ordinary person.

"Kyle." Helen approached, ensuring he could see her clearly. "I'm the one who brought you back. You can trust me. Please, tell me who did this to you. Who has been giving you orders in your place?"

However, Kyle's response left everyone deeply disappointed.

"I don't know," Kyle said calmly. "My last memory is receiving an order to find the missing physicist Xavier Goodwin and his wife Betty Powell, who disappeared 12 years ago."

As Kyle spoke, the light in his eyes swiftly dimmed. He blinked a few times before his eyes closed completely, resembling a machine that had abruptly shut down.

"Kyle!" Helen exclaimed, gripping his cold hand. Despite her hopes, he had slipped back into unconsciousness.

Ambrose felt thankful for his quick thinking earlier, which had saved Shawn's life. Despite their inevitable future disagreements, perhaps he could rely on Shawn in a life-or-death scenario.

As Ambrose pondered these thoughts, his eyes remained fixed on Shawn's canvas bag. His bag seemed almost magical, producing whatever was required at the moment. If only he could discreetly take it…

However, this also heightened Larry's vigilance. Across the entire world, individuals with such advanced medical expertise were few and far between.

What were the odds that just as Larry was pursuing Magpie, a renowned doctor would emerge in this unassuming house?

"Mr. Cromwell, where did you learn your medical skills?" Larry asked tentatively.

"I'm self-taught," Shawn admitted nonchalantly. "These are all just techniques picked up in the medical field. Captain Whitmore, if you're interested, I'd be delighted to share my knowledge with you."