What Happens in Chapter 825 – From the Book Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities
Dive into Chapter 825, a pivotal chapter in Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities, written by Internet. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
How could Della even think of raising objections?
Della was both furious and distressed, her cheeks flushed and her expression tense. She murmured hesitantly, "No."
Suppressing a smirk, Ambrose urged, "Speak up!"
"No!" Della exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears.
Upon hearing this, Ambrose nodded approvingly. In a falsely gracious tone, he said, "You may come in now."
Della gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Just wait until I contact my father, you brute. You'll get the retribution you deserve!" she fumed inwardly.
"What are you mumbling about over there?" Ambrose asked, observing that she still hadn't moved.
Della was startled, her eyes widening in fear as she stared at him. It took her a moment to realize that her earlier thoughts had been internal and not spoken aloud.
She breathed a sigh of relief and replied calmly, "It's nothing."
"Nothing? Then get inside now!" Ambrose snapped again.
With a frown, Della trudged inside, her face etched with misery and tears threatening to spill.
As soon as she stepped inside the house, Ambrose's voice cut through the air once more. "Get to the kitchen and start preparing lunch!"
"But it's not even 9:00 am yet!" Della protested.
"Do you think I can't tell the time? Keep in mind, you're a pampered young lady. Do you honestly believe you can have a meal ready for the entire family in just an hour or two?" Ambrose said with a scowl.
He was perplexed by how someone from the Boston family could be so out of touch.
The next instant, all the chickens and ducks lay motionless on the ground. A wave of quiet finally settled over the entire yard.
Sensing something amiss, Ambrose opened his eyes and stood up from the chair. Spotting Helen, he quickly adopted a humble expression. "My lady, when did you return?"
Helen shot him an impatient glance and retorted, "Do you think it's acceptable to harass a young woman?"
Ambrose chuckled nervously and explained, "I was simply bored and trying to pass the time..."
"My grandparents prefer peace and quiet. Please stop causing any more disturbance," Helen said brusquely before walking away without a second glance.
Meanwhile, Della was about to plead for help. But before a word could escape her lips, Helen had already vanished around the corner.
"What are you staring at?" Ambrose taunted. "It's almost dinner time, and you haven't even managed to prepare lunch. Your father speaks of you as if you're capable in every way, but it seems his words don't quite match reality!"
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