The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1351

Imperial Heights was glowing that night, every window spilling light into the dark. Word had already spread about Lottie becoming the Hawk family’s new heir, and it was all anyone could talk about. People whispered about how dangerous it had been, and both the Gates and Blair families were quietly losing sleep over it.

As soon as Nora and Franco got off their flight, they headed straight to the Gates house to reassure Robert. No one wanted him worrying more than he already did.

Upstairs, Anthony gently carried a sleeping Charlotte into their room, then pulled out his phone to return Patricia’s call.

“Grandma…” he started, but Patricia’s voice came through immediately, sharp and urgent, cutting him off before he could say anything more.

“So this is how it is? You kept something this huge from us? If I hadn’t seen it on the news, I wouldn’t have known you went to the Isle of Veil for something so dangerous.” She didn’t bother hiding how upset she was. Her words tumbled out, a mix of anger and worry.

Anthony rubbed his forehead, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “I…”

“I think you’ve completely lost your mind. Lottie’s pregnant, and yet you—” Patricia paused, maybe trying to find a softer way to say it, but then just snapped, “This is all your fault!”

He let out a helpless laugh, his voice low and rough. “Yeah, it’s all my fault.”

“Of course it is.” Patricia didn’t even try to hide how much she doted on Charlotte. After venting, she sounded a little more relaxed. “Are Lottie and the babies okay?”

“They’re fine,” Anthony said, glancing back at Charlotte. His expression softened, a quiet smile flickering as he watched her sleep. Those two little ones had already been through so much.

“Isn’t Lottie supposed to be an amazing doctor?” Patricia’s mood shifted, her curiosity lighting up. “Does she know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

The question made Anthony’s good mood fade. He tried to keep his frustration in check. “Do you want a great-grandson or a great-granddaughter?”

“I want a great-granddaughter!” Patricia answered instantly, her voice bright with excitement. “Girls are the best! Lottie’s so beautiful, her daughter would be just as gorgeous, I know it. She’d be adorable.”

Anthony just hummed quietly, not wanting to crush her hopes. “Boys could be nice, too.”

“Lottie’s fine,” Patricia said with a sigh, dropping into a chair and propping her chin on her hand. Her frown hadn’t eased. “But my great-granddaughter is gone.”

Matthew looked confused. “What do you mean, great-granddaughter?”

Lavinia caught on immediately, her whole body tensing as she guessed, “Are they both boys?”

“Anthony told me himself,” Patricia said, shaking her head, her expression full of regret. “He said boys would be nice, too. Isn’t that basically telling me they’re boys?”

Lavinia went still, her eyes wide in disbelief, like she’d just been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Both of them… boys?