The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1721

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Anthony pulled her close, holding her like she was his little princess. He looked at the elders, his tone polite. “Lottie doesn’t care for all these traditions. We’ll just take what she likes.”

“Alright,” Robert replied with a helpless smile, his eyes full of warmth for his granddaughter. “We won’t add anything else, but these gifts are a must.”

Charlotte considered it for a moment, but said nothing.

“Go home and get some rest,” Nora said, coming over to give Charlotte a soft hug. “And remember, before the wedding, you’re supposed to stay at home.”

Charlotte nodded and said her goodbyes, letting Anthony lead her away.

“We’ll head out too,” Andrew said politely, taking Shirley’s arm.

“Be careful on the road.”

Samantha followed Shirley with her eyes, a hint of longing and reluctance on her face.

“You’ve taken a liking to her, huh? Wish she’d marry Roger?” Kevin stepped up behind Samantha and slipped his arms around her, his voice gentle. “Looks like we waited too long.”

“Yeah, we did,” Samantha pouted, disappointment flickering in her eyes. “Our son just didn’t get lucky. Shirley’s really such a considerate girl.”

“If you really like her, why not make her your goddaughter?” Kevin gave her hand a squeeze, almost as an afterthought. “Her parents aren't around anymore, and you’ve always wanted a daughter. Isn’t this a good idea?”

Samantha’s eyes lit up. The thought seemed to snap her out of her mood.

Of course.

Why hadn’t she thought of that before?

If Shirley couldn’t marry into the family, she could still become her goddaughter.

…

Her mind wandered back to how cold her family had gotten since Shirley showed up.

That was right.

Shirley had nothing, no one behind her. Getting rid of her should be easy.

If Shirley wouldn’t leave Andrew on her own, then she’d just have to make sure she never got another chance to be near him.

After sitting in silence for a while, Dorothy opened her contacts and called an unfamiliar number. Her voice was almost chilling. “I need you to take care of something for me.”

…

Andrew’s scooter actually hadn’t been all that broken. But thanks to his terrible attempts at repairs, it ended up needing even more work and was still stuck at the shop.

“No scooter, so why bother coming all the way to pick me up?” Shirley asked, her heart aching a little when she saw Andrew waiting by the gate. She trotted over and grabbed his hand, her small face breaking into a sweet smile. “Grandma made some porridge. Do you want some?”