Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 860

As Theodore entered the house, he scanned the room casually. Suddenly, he noticed Larry seated on a bench in the guest room, his eyes silently pleading for assistance.

Theodore hesitated briefly, weighing his options. Amid the watchful eyes of the bystanders, he approached Larry.

Just as Larry thought rescue was imminent, Theodore swiftly moved in. In an instant, he seized the door handle and decisively shut the door.

Turning around, Theodore flashed a friendly smile. "You're really making it difficult for me to maintain a low profile here."

Considering Theodore's role as a civil servant, being noticed by Larry alongside people like Helen could potentially expose his cover.

"I apologize," Helen admitted, her expression betraying a lack of foresight. "But I assure you, he won't expose your identity."

"And how can you be so certain?" Theodore countered, his tone taking on a sinister edge. "After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever…"

Despite Theodore's composed demeanor, his words sent a chilling shiver down everyone's spine.

Beneath Theodore's refined exterior, an unsettling air lingered, hinting at his ability to strike unexpectedly.

As his words trailed off, a heavy silence descended upon the room. No one had entertained the thought of murdering Larry before.

"So, are you suggesting we kill him first, and then eliminate you for good measure?" Helen remarked sarcastically.

Theodore shrugged, a wry smile playing on his lips. "I was just kidding."

"This joke isn't funny," Helen replied sharply. "The body's inside. Get in."

Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument. Even Sebastian, who typically didn't take orders, complied and followed her inside.

The autopsy was being conducted in full view, but inside the room, only Helen and Theodore were present. Outside, a crowd had gathered, peering in curiously.

"Understood." Without hesitation, Helen swiftly left the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door was closed, Ambrose wasted no time in airing his grievances. "My lady, if you needed an autopsy done, you could have asked me directly. Why go through the trouble of involving this guy and putting up with his attitude?"

Helen remained silent, standing quietly to the side.

An hour later, the door finally swung open.

Theodore removed his mask and addressed Helen, saying, "As you suspected, the nerves in his lung lobes rapidly deteriorated due to a specific drug. This triggered respiratory failure as soon as he bit his tongue, resulting in immediate death."

"Can you identify which drug it was?" Helen asked.

"I'll need to take samples for testing," Theodore said calmly. As he observed Helen again, he asked with a touch of skepticism, "Ms. Spencer, this isn't your first autopsy, is it?"