The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1526

He was worried about her health.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about the baby, either.

“I’m fine.”

Charlotte’s brow knitted, her tone flat and cold. “Let me ask you something. Do you know anything about a drug called T4icy?”

She had only heard rumors about it, nothing in depth.

“T4icy?”

Dr. David looked taken aback for a second before replying, “I know a bit. Why do you ask all of a sudden?”

This drug had been banned for ages. It only popped up on the black market from time to time. Getting your hands on it was next to impossible.

“What if someone takes it and forgets more than just their most recent memories?” Charlotte kept her voice low.

“There are two main effects with T4icy,” Dr. David explained patiently after a pause. “If the dosage is normal, the person only forgets what happened in the last twenty-four hours.”

“If it’s an overdose, not only do they lose the past twenty-four hours, there are other side effects on top of that.”

Charlotte didn’t hesitate. “What kind of side effects?”

He answered softly, “There’s a risk they’ll lose an important chunk of their past. The memories most likely to vanish are often the ones that mattered the most, especially the painful ones.”

Important people… painful memories…

Dr. David’s words hung in the quiet study.

Kenneth’s jaw clenched and his whole presence turned heavy and sharp.

To Emily, he must be the source of her deepest pain.

Maybe that’s why she could remember everyone—everyone except him.

Charlotte’s gaze flicked over Kenneth’s stone-cold face, and she lowered her voice, “Is there any antidote?”

“Not right now,” Dr. David admitted. “But it shouldn’t be too hard to develop one. It’ll just take some time.”

Kenneth’s voice was strained. He nodded, then paused before asking, “How long will it take to make the cure?”

Charlotte answered honestly, not wanting to sugarcoat things. “It could be as long as two weeks, or maybe just one. In the meantime, don’t push Emily too much.”

Right before leaving, she hesitated, then added, “For now, you’re just a stranger to her.”

Kenneth stayed frozen in his seat. That one word—stranger—felt like an actual wound.

He could feel the strength draining from his body, his heart heavy and raw. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “What about Adela?”

Anthony finished off the rest of Charlotte’s milk, then answered lazily, “All four of her limbs are crippled. Looks like the prosecutor’s office will take about two years to process the case. If nothing goes wrong, she’ll end up with a death sentence.”

There would be two years of torture while her broken body was treated.

Once the pain faded, she’d face execution.

In short, every single day would be miserable from now on.