Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 22

The person who came in first was Jenson. He came striding in and grumbling, "Can't we take turns visiting? Why all come at once?"

After a few steps, he suddenly froze. "Holy... Isn't that Molly Spencer, the famous international actress?"

Hearing this, the Newton family members following him were also stunned.

Tyrone recognized the true identity of the woman next to Helen. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the gift he was carrying.

Everyone seemed quite startled except for Chandler, who looked stern. He was beginning to suspect Helen's identity.

Helen was also startled. She didn't know how to break the awkward silence.

Molly patted Helen gently and stood up. She brushed her hair aside and introduced herself.

"Hello, I am Helen's aunt."

"Aunt?" Tyrone couldn't believe his eyes. No wonder Helen paid no attention to him earlier. It turned out her aunt was an international superstar.

He felt quite foolish for saying he could introduce any celebrity to her. Recalling this, he felt so embarrassed.

Chandler looked at Helen, who was avoiding eye contact with him. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

Then, he walked up slowly and extended his hand politely. "Hello! Are you also here to visit Helen?"

"I just returned to the country and came to see her." Molly reached out and shook his hand.

She observed the man in front of her. His gaze remained steady and calm as he looked at her.

Molly considered him a composed and decent man who seemed to be quite a good match for Helly.

Molly spoke like an elder, "Are you here to see Helly? Well, Helly is the apple of my dad's eye. The whole family's been worried sick about her injury."

"Sorry to have worried you. It won't happen again." Chandler felt guilty about Helen's injury because he hadn't been careful enough.

"That's very kind of you. Please take care of Helly." Molly smiled when she heard Chandler's promise.

She then walked back to Helen's side and teased her, "Helly, I must say, the scion of the Newton family is quite the looker. You two make a perfect couple."

Chandler's face turned colder upon hearing this.

"Aunt Molly, this..." Helen blushed and stammered awkwardly.

The small hospital room was already crowded, and now the atmosphere turned even more awkward.

"Now that Helen's aunt is here, we should be good hosts." Zac, who had been silent, suddenly spoke in a gentle tone. He looked up and met Helen's gaze directly.

That look was completely different from Chandler's. There was a twinkle in his eyes.

Zac's gaze shifted to Chandler. His tone was still calm and gentle, "Chandler, what do you think?"

Chandler responded briefly, "Fine, you handle it."

Helen looked at Zac. On the surface, he and Chandler were brothers. But they resembled more like superior and subordinate, perhaps due to their company roles.

Zac suddenly spoke, his voice carrying the warmth of a smile, "Would Ms. Spencer care to join us for dinner?"

Dinner!

Helen felt a surge of excitement. After days of bland meals and a lackluster appetite, she was more than ready for a delicious feast.

"Of course!" Helen agreed without hesitation. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Molly looked at Helen and felt a bit worried. "But can Helly get out of bed so soon after being injured?"

"I once read in a divination book that mingling with people helps speed up recovery," Zac said nonchalantly.

Mingling with people helped speed up recovery? Only Molly, who spent most of her time abroad, might believe such nonsense.

But Helen still gratefully winked at Zac as if to say, "Thank you!"

...

The atmosphere at the dinner table quickly warmed up. However, Helen couldn't shake the feeling that this meal felt less like a welcome back and more like an audition for her aunt's future nephew- in-law.

"Chandler, Helly's hand hasn't fully healed yet. Could you help her with the dishes that are farther away?"

And so, while Helen was still nibbling on a sausage, a piece of pork belly suddenly appeared on her plate.

Chandler said dryly from the side, "You're welcome!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I hate fat the most. How could you pick such a big piece?" Helen screamed silently in her mind.

Helen rested her chin on her hand, casually scanning the room. Everyone seemed to enjoy the lively conversation except for her and Chandler.