Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 852

Chandler smiled and gave Helen a reassuring glance before heading out.

Helen paused for a moment, lost in thought. When she entered, she approached Callie and asked, "Did you go to the Physics Research Building this morning?"

"Yes," Callie responded with a nod. "The class rep told me to submit the professor's assignments there, so I went. I ended up waiting all morning without seeing anyone, and I even got bumped into."

"Who bumped into you?" Helen asked.

"I didn't get a clear look—it was too early, and I was still groggy," Callie explained. "But I do remember that Owen took me to the medical office. He might come across as cold and indifferent, but he actually has a bit of a conscience."

Ambrose was visibly taken aback by this revelation.

"Callie, do you realize you've been set up by Owen?" Ambrose asked, his frustration evident.

"What do you mean?" Callie asked, puzzled. "Did something happen at the research building? Are they accusing me of theft or something?"

Matters involving death were undoubtedly serious. The University of Glendale had kept the details under wraps to safeguard its reputation, and witnesses had been instructed to remain silent.

As a result, Callie was unaware of the gravity of the situation beyond the seemingly stringent security lines.

"Stealing? That's a minor issue," Ambrose said casually, walking over to her.

He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "There's been a murder at the research building. Right now, you're the prime suspect in the police investigation."

"M-Murder?" Callie stammered, her eyes widening in horror. "How could that be? I mean, how could it possibly be me?"

"There are witnesses who saw you at the crime scene, and the fact that Helen's notebook was left there implicates you as a prime suspect," Shawn interjected.

"It wasn't me!" Callie exclaimed, rising to her feet indignantly.

She grabbed Helen's hand tightly, her voice trembling. "Helen, I swear I was just there to submit an assignment. I don't know anything about this! I don't even know who the victim is!"

Feeling dejected, Ambrose quietly walked away.

"Ridiculous," Shawn couldn't help but mock Ambrose. "With your looks, do you seriously think you can charm a diva like her? Have you even bothered to check yourself in a mirror?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ambrose felt a surge of anger at Shawn's insinuation.

"Maybe you should take a leak and see for yourself," Shawn teased, enjoying the moment.

Ambrose was furious, raising his hand as if ready to strike. "You bastard, I'm going to make you regret saying that!"

"Go ahead, then! Let's see if your fists are quicker than my sedative," Shawn taunted.

"Both of you, shut up!"