Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 864

Maurice lowered his voice and said ingratiatingly, "Bee?"

Helen turned away, her expression marked with disdain. "Who are you calling Bee?"

"You!" Maurice's eyes brightened as he fixed his gaze on her.

Realizing his mistake, he swiftly corrected himself. "Sorry, sorry, I meant Helen. Were you just speaking with the renowned investor, Dennis Longan?"

"What if I was? How is that any concern of yours?" Helen raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

"Of course, it concerns me! We're family, aren't we? Anyway, it sounded like you were arranging a dinner for Dennis and your friend. How about saving a spot for me too?" Maurice asked politely.

"Old man, who do you think you are? How dare you try to crash Helen's dinner?" Ambrose interjected mockingly.

"What does it have to do with you?" Maurice retorted, straightening up. "You're just a lackey around here. Do you think you have a say?"

"Dad… Dad…"

With a sling over one shoulder, Oliver straightened his upper body. His expression was filled with dismay as he pleaded, "Please, don't forget about me. I can't afford to wait with my leg in this condition."

Maurice finally remembered why he was there and cleared his throat.

"Hey, Bee—I mean Helen," Maurice began cautiously, "since you're already dealing with the Randles, why not help Oliver with his leg as well? After all, he was only trying to assist you by treating Kiara. It's really unfortunate that he ended up like this."

"He was trying to help me?" Helen's gaze turned cold as she spoke sternly, "Did I ask him to bring in a team of incompetent doctors for consultation? Did I order him to administer acupuncture treatments without understanding the condition first? Are you absolutely certain this was done at my instruction?"

"Well…" Maurice paused. He was at a loss for words.

After a pause, she turned to Ambrose and instructed firmly, "You know what to do. Get these people out of here for me."

"Got it!" Ambrose rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. Without hesitation, he lifted Maurice off the ground.

"Come on, Helen! I'm your uncle, for goodness sake! How can you treat me like this?" Maurice exclaimed, gripping Ambrose's hand in an attempt to free himself.

Ignoring his protests, Helen simply plugged her ears with her index finger. "Hurry up. It's too early for all this noise!" she ordered indifferently.

"Don't worry, my lady! In ten minutes, no, in five minutes, I'll have this place cleared!" Ambrose assured as he escorted Maurice out.

The bodyguards and nurses who had accompanied them were visibly shaken by the scene. They fled in a panic, desperate to get away from Ambrose.

Meanwhile, Oliver was alone inside the house, watching in shock as Maurice was thrown out the gate. Startled, he swallowed hard and began to crawl toward the exit, dragging his injured leg behind him.