The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1333

With the antidote finally in her hands, Charlotte led the group down the corridor toward Newell’s suite. They hadn’t made it far when Adonis’s name lit up her phone.

"Charlotte, there’s a problem."

"Newell’s gone, isn’t he?" She didn’t even let him finish.

"...Yeah." Adonis sounded frustrated. "We just found out. I was supposed to be out for four hours after the sedative, but I woke up early... and he was already gone."

"We got a message from The Churchill Estate. Damaris tried to kill herself." Adonis’s voice grew more anxious when Charlotte didn’t answer right away. "Newell’s probably headed back there now."

Suicide? Charlotte stopped in her tracks, her grip on the phone turning her knuckles white. Her usually flawless face turned cold as ice.

"Get the car," Anthony said, already moving to act before she spoke.

Nora saw them heading out and tried to follow.

"You and Dad stay here. Keep G5 company," Charlotte told her, not leaving room for debate.

"Lottie..."

"Nora, you’ve really been testing me lately." Charlotte frowned, her patience thin.

Nora stopped, cheeks flushed, eyes shining with hurt. "Fine, I’ll stay. Just don’t be mad at me."

That look—so helpless, almost like a lost puppy.

"It’s not dangerous. Don’t worry." Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting off a headache. She tried to soothe Nora, but then glanced at Franco, her expression practically yelling, See what happens when you spoil her this much?

That old house had once been Damaris and Emery’s home. Ever since Emery died, it became off-limits—especially to Newell. Anyone who didn’t know the real story might have thought he was to blame for Emery’s death.

Newell barely glanced at the scenery as they walked. He didn’t care. With every step, the weight on his chest grew heavier.

A few minutes later, they stopped outside a closed door. The doctor came out, spotted Newell, and immediately bowed his head. "Newell."

"Clear the room," Newell said, voice rough and cold, eyes fixed on the door.

"Of course." The doctor didn’t argue. Within seconds, everyone inside had filed out.

Newell took a steadying breath and walked into the room.

Everything looked just as it had twenty years ago, decorated in Emery’s favorite style. Photos of Emery and Damaris lined the shelves and the walls. The biggest, most striking one was their wedding picture, hanging right above the bed.