Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1352

Chandler shot a cold glance at Priscilla, causing her to lower her gaze in embarrassment.

With his arm wrapped around Helen's waist, Chandler pulled her close and glared at the crowd. "My fiancée and I were just trying to enjoy some private time, and you all had to come and ruin it. It's incredibly annoying."

Having said that, Chandler then focused his attention on the reporter who had asked Helen the question. He reached out and grabbed the press badge hanging from the man's neck, giving it a quick look. "Comet Weekly, huh? Perfect. Expect a lawyer's letter soon."

Raising his voice, he addressed the rest of the group, "If anyone else wants to lose their job, feel free to stick around. I'll make sure you get what's coming to you."

At his words, the reporters felt their legs go weak with fear. They sprinted away, disappearing in an instant.

"My deepest apologies," the server said, clearly anxious about being held accountable. "This is entirely my fault; I'm truly sorry!"

"Alright, that's enough. You can go now; I'll call you if I need anything," Chandler said, waving the server away.

Understanding the cue for privacy, the server hurried down the staircase.

Once they were alone, Chandler turned his attention back to Priscilla, his eyes filled with reproach.

"Chandler…" Priscilla began, wanting to explain.

"I'm incredibly disappointed in you," he interrupted. "It's one thing to dislike Helen, but how could you stoop to this level of slander? You've disregarded my dignity as your son!"

"I-I didn't mean to…" Priscilla stammered, feeling helpless. "I-I was just trying to help you—that's why I came here."

Looking down at their intertwined hands, Chandler gazed at Helen affectionately and whispered, "So, you're not upset, right?"

Helen blinked, as if taken aback by his words. In an instant, she withdrew her hand and turned her back to him. "What if I told you I'm not just angry, but that I absolutely can't accept Otto? What would you say to that?" she asked sternly.

Chandler's heart sank, his emotions swirling like a rollercoaster. Holding back his sorrow, he responded, "I would do as you wish. I'd step back quietly and protect you from afar, without causing any more disruption."

"So, you're ready to give up, aren't you?" Helen asked with a touch of sarcasm. "If I don't accept you, you'll just walk away? It seems your love for me isn't as strong as I believed."

Chandler frowned; the sting of her words cut deep. He loved Helen more than anything, more than life itself. But if she didn't want him anymore, what was the point of that love?

He realized that deception had its consequences; any additional explanation would only sound like an excuse.