The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1522

“Get some sleep.”

Charlotte finished checking on Emily, wiped her hands, and opened the door.

Out in the hallway, Kenneth and Anthony were leaning against the wall. Both of them looked relaxed, almost bored. As soon as Kenneth heard the door, though, his head shot up.

“Lottie…”

He hurried over, eyes full of worry. “How is she? Is Emily hurt badly?”

Anthony stepped forward too, taking the jacket from his arm and carefully settling it over Charlotte’s shoulders.

“She’s hurt, but it’s not too bad,” Charlotte said, nodding. “Just some minor stuff. She needs time to recover.”

Kenneth let out a loud breath. You could practically see the relief draining the tension from his shoulders. Without another word, he turned to go inside.

“Hold up.”

Charlotte reached for him, eyes fixed on his right hand. Her voice dropped, turning icy. “How’s your hand?”

Kenneth glanced down at his arm. He could feel the dull sting under the skin. After a second’s pause, he muttered, “It’s fine.”

Charlotte just stared at him, absolutely refusing to budge. The moment stretched.

“I might’ve held onto Emily a bit too hard earlier. It hurts,” Kenneth finally confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

The way Lottie looked at him, he knew she wasn’t buying it. He shrank back, getting awkward. “I’ve already taken my meds. It’s okay. Really.”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her tone casual but menacing. “If you lie to me and put off treatment just to act tough, then end up crippled, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The Blair family would never let Emily marry a man who can’t even take care of himself.”

She turned away, clearly done with the conversation.

“Lottie…”

Kenneth’s face fell. He hurried after her, blurting out, “Actually, it hurts a lot more than I said.”

Charlotte stopped, shot him a look, and said, “Next room. Now.”

“Emily’s meds will keep her sleeping for a while. Don’t make any noise and wake her up.”

Charlotte went back to Anthony’s side and curled up in his arms, sighing with exhaustion. “Your injury isn’t a joke. One more mistake, and that arm’s done for.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Kenneth nodded, his face serious. This was more than just his hand. It was his future at stake. He had no choice but to take it seriously.

After Kenneth left, Anthony brought Charlotte back to their room. He warmed up some milk and handed it to her.

“Are you okay? Did those two give you a hard time?”

“They were pretty good, actually.”

Charlotte leaned against the headboard, her long legs crossed. She sipped her milk and patted her belly, where their two perfectly-behaved babies were resting. “You know what? I think we owe them a little reward. Maybe two bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.”

Anthony’s smile froze, like he’d just heard the most shocking news of the night.