Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 824

"Believe you?" Helen raised an eyebrow. "I've known Ambrose for a week, whereas you've just arrived today. What reason do I have to trust you more than him?"

"What?" Della was taken aback by Helen's reasoning. "But I'm your cousin, and he's just an outsider. How can you possibly compare us?"

"Have I ever acknowledged that you're my cousin?" Helen's gaze turned icy as she arched an eyebrow.

Della was startled, and her tears quickly subsided. She fell silent, too terrified to say another word.

She couldn't help but feel rejected by Helen. Even though they had just met and were supposed to be close relatives, it seemed Helen saw her as less important than an arrogant outsider.

Was this just her perception, or was Helen genuinely this aloof?

Before Della could respond, Helen had already turned and walked away. As she disappeared into the distance, the confidence Della had briefly mustered vanished instantly.

Della had been too quick to celebrate. After all, someone as influential as Chandler wouldn't be easily swayed.

Helen's engagement with him underscored her considerable skill—it was evident she was not someone who could be easily defeated in a short time.

It seemed that any attempts to confront Helen would need to be deferred for the time being.

After a moment of contemplation, Della glanced back. She was startled to see Ambrose still standing at the door.

Frustrated, she quickly grabbed her phone and called Maurice for assistance.

As soon as the call connected, Della shouted to the receiver, "Dad, I'm being bullied here! Please send someone over to help me out!"

To her frustration, it was Oliver who answered. "Hey, Della."

"Who are you talking about?" Della asked, puzzled. When had she ever tried to vie for his lady's man? After all, she couldn't possibly be interested in someone that old.

"Helen is my lady," Ambrose replied, his expression darkening as his eyes took on a menacing glint.

Under his intense gaze, Della felt a shiver run down her spine. Without a moment's hesitation, she instinctively took a step backward.

Ambrose's disdain for Della only deepened at her fearful reaction. With her lack of courage, she seemed hardly worth his time.

"Do you want to come inside?" Ambrose asked, pretending to be considerate.

Della hesitated for a moment before nodding resolutely.

"You'll be staying in the staff quarters and handling all the household chores. Do you have any objections?"