Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1503

"What?"

Abraham was jolted upright in shock, his heart racing. He had barely settled onto the couch when this news hit him like a freight train.

He grasped Katie's hand tightly, desperately clinging to the last shred of hope. "You're not joking with me, are you?"

"It's true," Katie replied, putting on a concerned expression. "Mom found out first. Ever since Kaylee returned, she's been eating like someone who's expecting. We even found maternity items in her room—there's no denying it!"

"Dad!" she continued, gripping Abraham's arm. "What are we going to do? Kaylee hasn't even had her wedding yet, and now she's suddenly pregnant. If this gets out, people will say she got pregnant out of wedlock! They'll blame our family for her poor upbringing!"

"Shut up!" Abraham barked, cutting her off in a fit of anger. "No one is allowed to speak of this. Do you hear me?"

"I understand, Dad," Katie said, her worried expression unwavering. "But there are no secrets that can be kept forever. We need to prepare for the worst—"

"I get it," Abraham snapped, growing increasingly frustrated as he dismissed her. "Just make sure to warn the household staff not to spread any rumors!"

With that, he sat on the couch, closing his eyes to collect his thoughts. He needed a plan to navigate this mess without damaging his reputation.

…

In the morning, Jenson made his way to Germaine's office. Holding a meticulously prepared breakfast, he knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Germaine's voice from within.

Wearing a slight smile, Jenson entered and set the breakfast down beside her.

Germaine glanced at the spread before looking up to see his eager expression. A frown crossed her face as she stood and walked over to close the door.

"What's up? Have you changed your mind?" Jenson turned, taken aback.

"No," Germaine said calmly. "I just wanted to let you know that I found a driver, so you won't need to pick me up for work anymore."

"Okay…" Jenson replied, his head hanging in disappointment as he walked toward the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he glanced back instinctively and said, "Don't forget to have breakfast."

With that, he opened the door and stepped out of the office.

…

Half an hour later, Taylor walked into the private lounge of the high-end entertainment club. He found Jenson sitting on the floor, clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey and acting drunkenly.

"Why? Why did she suddenly become so cold?"