Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1404

After settling things with Abigail, Helen returned to the house to meet Melody.

The strain of Cameron's disappearance in recent days had taken a significant toll on Melody—she couldn't eat or sleep, resulting in noticeable weight loss and a distinct graying of her hair.

Seeing her in such a state made Helen's heart ache.

She stayed with Melody, urging her to eat a little and helping her get some much-needed rest. Just as Helen finished tucking her in, her phone buzzed with an anonymous text.

"Cameron is with me. If you want to save him, come to Atlas Factory on the outskirts of the city alone within an hour."

Reaching the countryside would take at least 40 minutes, and with traffic, there was no way she could arrive in time.

It was clear that whoever sent the message was trying to pressure her, leaving no opportunity for a coordinated response.

After a moment's reflection, Helen went back to her room, grabbed a micro GPS tracker, and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, she called Paul to alert him to send some backup.

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As soon as Taylor received the message, he hurried outside, only to be stopped by Abigail at the door.

"Where are you going? Do you want to take my newly modified car for a spin? How about a little race?"

"Not now, Abigail. I don't have time for games," Taylor replied, sidestepping her and picking up his pace.

"Hey!" Abigail called after him. "What's your problem? Are you afraid you'll lose or something?"

Taylor halted and glanced over, frustration etched on his face. "You can win all you want. My only priority right now is making sure Helly is safe."

"Is Helly in trouble?" Abigail's expression shifted, sensing the urgency. "What happened?"

Meanwhile, Taylor slammed on the brakes, pulling off the road in frustration. He hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare loudly, shattering the silence.

"Damn it!"

"What happened?" Abigail's heart raced, anxiety flooding her.

"Helly's tracker just went dark," Taylor muttered, his tone heavy with regret.

Thinking quickly, Abigail pulled out her phone and connected it to the car's display screen. With a few taps, a map appeared, marked with a red dot indicating a specific location.

"Follow this route," she ordered.

"What's this?" Taylor asked, bewildered.

"Another tracker, obviously. What else could it be?" Abigail replied nonchalantly.