Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1464

If anything went wrong, Chandler could be in grave danger.

Priscilla was unable to bear the thought of risking her beloved son's life.

"I suppose I misjudged you," Louis said, looking at Helen. "Helen, you need to take a break. We don't want you exhausting yourself before Chandler wakes up."

"I'm fine. I took some energy-boosting medication on the way back, so I can handle his treatment," Helen replied, forcing a smile.

"Alright then, we'll step outside and give you some space."

With that, everyone left the room.

As the door closed, Helen retrieved a silver needle and gently stimulated Chandler's temples.

He immediately woke up, blinking as the fog of confusion lifted. Seeing Helen's pale face, he frowned in concern. "Did I scare you?"

His voice was soft, meant only for her.

Helen shook her head and managed a lighthearted smile. "I'm fine. I was the one who carried you back to the room; you owe me for that. From now on, you'd better be ready to carry me whenever we go out!"

"Sure," Chandler said with a chuckle, though he was aware enough to realize it was Jenson who had actually carried him. Still, he enjoyed playing along with her teasing.

As she looked at him, a tightness formed in Helen's chest. She worried her emotions might betray her if she lingered too long.

Without hesitation, she pulled out the divorce agreement she had prepared, hoping to conceal her true feelings.

"I have a few documents for you to sign. Do you have the energy?" she asked, holding out the papers with surprising composure.

Chandler propped himself up on the bed, took a deep breath, and accepted the papers and pen from her.

Helen struggled to meet his gaze. She occupied herself with straightening his blankets, hoping to conceal her unease. "Of course. I'm your wife, after all. Where else would I go?"

"That's good, that's good…" Chandler closed his eyes, reassured by her words.

Helen stood at his bedside, gazing at him, her expression torn with conflict and helplessness.

"Chandler, you won't blame me, will you? We don't need a piece of paper to affirm what we have. I know you'll understand," she thought to herself.

…

Meanwhile, Hobart knocked on Ursula's door and gestured for her to join him in the corner of the hallway.

"I know this isn't the best time to ask, but Ursula, I really need to hear your answer. You're going to accept me, aren't you?"