Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 21

Chandler had no intention to talk much. His deep voice broke the silence. "Sit still. I'll apply the medicine."

Helen stubbornly refused, "I don't want you to do it."

Chandler paused, and his expression became hard to read.

Seeing Chandler staring at her, Helen didn't back down but stared back at him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly leaned in closer.

"What are you doing?" Helen's heart raced, her eyes wide with shock.

Chandler had been looking at Helen, seemingly lost in thought. He unconsciously moved closer.

When he realized it, he immediately stepped back and spoke with his usual cold tone, "You're not thinking straight. If we wait any longer, the wound could get infected."

His words made sense and were firm. Helen obediently stretched out her hand.

Chandler used scissors to cut open the fabric near the wound. Her bare skin was fair, much brighter than her face. He chuckled and said nothing as he continued applying the medicine.

He recalled the different side of Helen he had seen in the bedroom, leaving him deep in thought. There must be something fishy going on.

Helen turned her head away, clenching her jaw to prevent making a sound.

Chandler noticed Helen furrowed her brows. So, he applied the medicine more gently. "Alright, all done. Rest well, and try not to go out much for a while."

Hearing this, Helen was puzzled.

"You messed up Tyrone's fan meeting. His fans won't let you off easily."

"What kind of logic is that? I saved their idol, and now they want to target me?" Helen couldn't understand the crazy logic of those fans.

"You're staying in the hospital for now." Chandler didn't want to explain further. "If you need anything, just let me or Jenson know."

Thinking about the incident that happened earlier, Helen felt uneasy. Staying in the hospital didn't seem too bad. She could stay away from the Newton family.

"Well, alright then."

...

So, Helen stayed in the VIP ward arranged by Chandler. She woke up to the smell of disinfectant every day. She never thought she could hate hospitals this much.

One day, while she was daydreaming, the door to her room suddenly opened. A woman in good shape walked in.

Helen was trying to figure out who the woman was. Then, the woman took off her disguise. Helen saw a familiar face.

"Aunt Molly, what are you doing here?"

It was none other than the international superstar, Molly Spencer!

Molly's thick golden curls casually draped over her shoulders. Her thick eyelashes, alluring eyes, and plump lips exuded charm all the time. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She blinked those mesmerizing eyes and said softly, "Helly?"

Helen forgot she was in disguise. So, it made sense that Molly didn't recognize her right away. She took quite some time to explain everything to Molly.

"I get it now." Molly nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Molly, how did you know I was injured?" Helen was shocked. Did the news reach abroad?

"Your grandpa told me you were hurt. He asked me to come back to check on you so he could be at ease."

"Grandpa? I haven't seen him in a long time. How's he doing?" Helen murmured to herself.

"Don't worry. Your grandpa is in good health."

Molly poked Helen with her hand and continued, "But you, why don't you take better care of yourself? You got seriously hurt before trying to protect someone else. Don't rush into danger next time."

Helen hugged Molly and said in a honeyed tone. "Got it, Aunt Molly."

Just as Helen was about to chat more with Molly, someone suddenly knocked on the door.