Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1465

Hobart's sincerity was as genuine as when he confessed in the garden, but now there was an added determination in his voice. It was as if he was ready to burn his bridges.

Looking into his eyes, it was clear how much he cared for Ursula.

Ursula's expression remained conflicted, and she fell silent. Deep down, she wanted to say, "It's not that kind of love."

She viewed him only as a friend. However, seeing his excitement made her reluctant to share her true feelings.

Sensing he hadn't fully conveyed his sincerity, Hobart fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and presented it to Ursula. "I even got you a ring. Ursula, I want you to know this isn't just a passing whim for me."

After a brief pause, he knelt on one knee, holding the ring up. "Will you give me a chance to be part of your life?"

Ursula smiled helplessly and extended her hand, wanting to help him up. But just as she was about to touch Hobart, a figure rushed by and snatched the ring from his hand, darting away.

She turned to see Adrian forcefully tossing the ring out of the window.

Hobart chased after him, leaning out of the window, but there was no trace of the ring.

Adrian's expression remained impassive as he confronted them, his eyes filled with fury. "With Chandler's life hanging by a thread, how dare you talk about love? Our family doesn't want you here—please leave at once."

"Adrian!" Hobart shouted, lunging at him. He seized him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "You've crossed the line!"

"Go ahead, make your move," Adrian shot back, gripping Hobart's hand with a fierce glare, clearly ready for a confrontation.

"What's happening?" Helen interjected as she rounded the corner and saw them tangled together.

Helen shook her head, knowing that matters of the heart were never straightforward.

At that moment, her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she quickly hung up and slipped it back into her pocket. Maintaining her composure, she walked down the stairs.

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Vincent had called Helen three times in an hour, but she didn't pick up. Growing impatient, he exited the car and walked straight into Newton Residence.

Most of the Newton family was on the second floor, leaving the first floor eerily quiet as Vincent entered.

Hearing noises from the kitchen, he made his way over. Just a few steps in, he spotted Helen with an apron tied around her waist, busily attending to her tasks.