The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1338

She’d been so desperate for revenge, she actually used her own son as a test subject. If it hadn’t been for her, Newell never would’ve gotten that genetic mutation. The more Charlotte thought about it, the more she felt like she could barely hold back the urge to go after Damaris herself.

“Give me your hand,” Charlotte said quietly, fighting to keep her voice steady.

“I’m fine,” Newell tried to reassure her with a smile, but still placed his hand on the table. He forced another grin. “The news online isn’t real, right?”

“It’s real,” Charlotte said softly. She focused on his pulse, her voice low. “I agreed to Allanson’s deal.”

The second those words left her mouth, Newell jerked his hand away and shot to his feet. He glared down at her, furious. “You did it for the antidote, didn’t you?”

“Half the reason.”

“I don’t care what your reason is. Refuse him,” Newell snapped. He turned to Anthony, looking totally fed up. “Anthony, aren’t you going to say something? How can you just let her do whatever she wants right now?”

Charlotte knew exactly what it meant to take over the Hawk family and restart those gene experiments. She wasn’t stupid. And she was pregnant too.

“I already told you. I don’t need you risking yourself for the antidote,” Newell growled, his eyes red, voice rough. “If you go through with this, even if you bring the antidote, I won’t take it.”

He wasn’t about to let her walk into danger for him.

“You’re already weak, your heartbeat’s all over the place. The antidote might mess with your system. You need to get your body ready first,” Charlotte said, ignoring his anger. She finished taking his pulse and spoke like she was just stating facts. “I brought some medicine to help. Take it, rest for half an hour, then you can have the antidote.”

“Jackson.”

As soon as she called, Jackson stepped forward and handed over the medicine. “Newell, please take this.”

“How many times is it going to take before you learn?” Anthony’s voice was low, almost amused.

“You…” Newell barely got the word out before he realized something was wrong. His arms and legs went limp, and within seconds, he collapsed onto the sofa.

“It’s not what you think. I didn’t get the short end of the stick with Allanson,” Charlotte said, standing up. She grabbed a blanket and gently laid it over him, then rested her chin on her hands, blinking with a smile that looked way too innocent. “If you keep up the drama, I’ll have Anthony knock you out next time.”

Anthony’s eyes narrowed, almost like he was hoping Newell would keep going just so he’d have an excuse.

Remembering the last time Charlotte had knocked him out, Newell knew better than to keep pushing. He frowned and finally settled down.

“You’ve always been the one protecting me,” Charlotte said, her voice soft and a little lazy as she raised an eyebrow. “Just for today, let me take care of you for once.”