The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1799

Once Charlotte managed to calm her nerves, she took a step forward, ready to get to work. Before she could move any further, Dr. David spoke up, worry clear in his voice. “Lottie, the patients still might carry who knows how many viruses. This is when they’re most contagious. It’s the most dangerous time.”

“I’ll do the examination myself,” Charlotte replied.

“There’s no need.” She shook her head, slipped on her gloves, and walked over to the patient’s bedside. Her voice turned serious. “How’s the forensics room coming?”

“It’s all set, just like you asked,” the team leader answered, watching Charlotte’s every move. He looked tense. “We’ve got the consent forms for organ donations, too.”

Black was the shining star of the medical world, practically irreplaceable. He never would’ve asked for her help unless it was absolutely necessary. The higher-ups kept reminding him, nothing could be allowed to happen to her.

Because there were so few donors, the forensic team hadn’t dared to begin until she arrived.

“Let’s go.” Charlotte’s words were quiet as she turned away.

“Black, you’ve been flying all day. Maybe you should rest first?” the team leader suggested, clearly worried.

“No need.” Charlotte started walking but stopped when she saw a little girl crying nearby.

She crouched down in front of the girl and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“Am I going to die?” the little girl asked between sobs. “What about my grandparents? Will they stay asleep, like my mom and dad?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlotte reached over and stroked her hair, unable to keep her voice from softening. “I’ll do everything I can, I promise. I’ll try my best to wake your grandparents so they can be with you again.”

The girl sniffled and nodded, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright, let’s go.” Charlotte stood back up and walked faster. Everyone near the door stepped aside, hurrying to keep pace behind her. Dr. David let out a sigh and followed her in.

The autopsy took place in a sterile, chilled room. The procedure was high-risk and strictly controlled; only the most experienced doctors were allowed to participate.

“We keep going,” Charlotte answered, her eyes never leaving her work.

No one else said a word. They all knew not to waste a second, everyone absorbed in their part.

Finally, at eight in the morning, the procedure was finished.

Charlotte left the operating room and moved through the cleanup and decontamination areas, staying in there for at least ten minutes to make sure she was absolutely clear before heading back to the resting area.

There, on the table, was a tray of warm, home-cooked dishes. Every single one was something she loved, just like the food she was used to back at home.

Anthony must have arranged it all for her, right down to having a chef on standby.

Charlotte gazed down, hand pressed to her stomach. She looked out the window at the sky and whispered, “You must be missing your dad, huh? Just a little more. As soon as I wrap things up here, we’ll go back home to him.”