Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 822

Carles was bewildered by Della's reluctance to see Chandler go. After exchanging a meaningful glance with Della, Carles also stepped out.

As Ambrose observed Chandler entering the room, he assumed a protective stance. Approaching confidently, he confronted Chandler, asking, "Mr. Newton, what does all this mean? Surely you're not smitten with that young woman, are you?"

Chandler's piercing gaze darkened. He strode past Ambrose and entered Kyle's room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Standing beside the glass casket, Chandler gazed down at the sleeping Kyle and let out a deep sigh.

What exactly was Kyle's connection to Helen?

What were Helen's genuine feelings toward Chandler?

Chandler grappled with the mystery of why Helen would send a young woman to him. Was it an action driven by love, or did Helen simply not care if he moved on to someone else?

Despite his numerous questions, all Chandler received in return was an eerie silence.

Outside the door, Ambrose stood puzzled. He couldn't help but question the dynamics between Chandler and Helen. Why wouldn't either of them offer any explanation?

Just as Ambrose pondered this, Della's voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me?" Della exclaimed boldly as she confronted Ambrose. Assuming Chandler had left, she swiftly adopted the demeanor of a wealthy young lady.

To Della, Ambrose was just another suit-clad subordinate, much like Carles, presumably working under Chandler. Since he wasn't a close confidant of Chandler, she felt no need to be polite.

"Are you talking to me?" Ambrose looked around and pointed at himself.

Throughout his life, Ambrose had grown accustomed to his typically fierce and intimidating presence.

Upon hearing this, Ambrose's chest tightened with rage, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

Ambrose had spent two hours perfecting his hairstyle, only for Della to ruin it in a single moment. He couldn't tolerate it any longer.

Noticing Ambrose's lack of retaliation, Della grew even more certain of his inferior status.

As she lifted her hand to resume her tirade, Ambrose acted swiftly, seizing her wrist with one hand and pressing the back of her neck with the other.

In an instant, Della was hoisted off the ground, completely at his mercy.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Without a word, Ambrose carried Della to the door and threw her outside with a forceful shove.