The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1341

Charlotte tightened her grip, and with a swift motion, Damaris went flying across the room, landing hard on the floor.

“Hold her down,” Charlotte said.

She held out her hand, letting Anthony wipe it clean where she’d touched Damaris. Once he was done, Anthony tossed the tissue in the trash and signaled Hans to bring over a glass of warm water. His dark eyes lowered as his voice rumbled, “Need me to help?”

Charlotte glanced at his handsome face. For some reason, just looking at him made her feel calmer. She let out a small smile. “Yeah, that works.”

“The antidote,” she reminded him.

Anthony took the carnelian box, carefully opened the lid, and removed the container. He poured the antidote into the warm water, swirling it until it dissolved.

“I’ll hold him, you give him the medicine,” Anthony said, handing her the glass and moving to support Newell’s neck.

Charlotte stepped up to Newell, but giving him the antidote was harder than she thought. Even while unconscious, Newell seemed to resist, not wanting Lottie to sacrifice for him.

“Open his mouth,” Charlotte ordered, running out of patience.

Anthony did as she said, and Charlotte quickly poured the medicine in. When she saw Newell swallow, her whole body finally relaxed. The tightness in her chest loosened, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Newell was safe now. No one would be able to hurt him again.

Pinned down, Damaris couldn’t fight back. She could only watch as the cold liquid entered her veins.

When it was done, Charlotte tossed the syringe onto the table, brushed her hands together, and gave Damaris a dangerous glare. “Good luck, Damaris.”

With everything settled, the group swept out of the room. The place that had been so chaotic just moments ago went completely quiet.

Damaris pushed herself up from the floor, gritting her teeth as she tried to stand. Before she could catch her balance, something felt wrong in her body. A sharp, twisting pain started in her feet and quickly spread everywhere. Every nerve seemed to burn. The genetic mutation was taking hold.

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed again, clutching her chest as her body shook with pain. She had seen Emery and Newell go through this up close before, but nothing could have prepared her for how much it hurt.