Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1561

"Kaylee!" Abraham exclaimed, trying to assert his authority as her father. "Mr. Churchill made a foolish mistake in a moment of weakness, and honestly, you haven't really lost anything yet. As my daughter, you should be more forgiving."

"You make a valid point," Helen replied with a nod, her expression growing serious as she contemplated his words.

Without skipping a beat, she turned the tables completely, crushing Abraham's hopes. "But I'm not going to take your advice."

Turning to the officers, she added, "Officer, please handle this fairly. Don't give them any special treatment."

The lead officer nodded solemnly and began to escort Duncan away.

"Abraham, don't forget what you promised! You have to get me out of this!" Duncan's desperate shout echoed through the café.

Abraham took a few steps after them before turning back to Helen, frustration boiling over. "Why didn't you tell me you were calling the police? Do you even see me as your father anymore?"

"If I had told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise," Helen replied, her eyes revealing no emotion. "Anyone who tries to exploit my mother's assets won't escape unscathed."

With that, she shot him a brief, dismissive glance. An inexplicable chill ran down Abraham's spine, leaving him momentarily speechless.

All he could do was watch as Helen walked away, her figure fading into the distance. By the time he processed what had just happened, she was already gone.

Abraham's anger churned in his chest, prompting him to dig into his pocket for his blood pressure medication. After swallowing a few pills, he began to regain his composure.

Ever since Kaylee returned, he felt like a walking pharmacy, constantly anxious about reaching a breaking point.

Once he settled down, Abraham collapsed onto the seat, lost in thought.

His original plan was to transfer the house from "Kaylee" to himself. Now, not only had he failed to get the house, but he had also inadvertently landed a longtime friend in jail.

It felt like trying to catch a fish only to catch a bunch of trash.

He knew he needed to find a way to get Duncan out, but the real challenge would be convincing "Kaylee" not to press charges.

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"What's going on?" Curious, Helen followed him to the balcony. Looking outside, she saw the rain pouring down.

Ignoring Diana and the pleas of onlookers, Katie paced back and forth, defiantly refusing to use an umbrella.

"She's probably lost her mind since Mr. Newton hasn't visited in days," Seymour said gleefully, clearly reveling in Katie's distress.

When something felt off, it usually hinted at a hidden agenda. Helen couldn't help but speculate on what Katie was plotting this time.

Still, she wasn't overly concerned about Katie's threats. Turning to Seymour, she instructed, "Contact the top novel website to arrange a collaboration with the author using the pen name 'Izzy Noir.'

"Take your time with the contracts; we need to meet in person first. If needed, don't hesitate to propose a higher offer."

"I'll handle it immediately," Seymour replied, promptly leaving the room.

But as evening approached, Seymour had yet to return.