The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1915

Originally,

she hadn't wanted to bother her friend, considering Charlotte was already four months pregnant.

But her symptoms were spiraling out of control, and she was terrified of relapsing into the dark mental state she'd barely survived two years ago.

After debating for hours.

She finally swallowed her pride and dialed the number.

When the call came through.

Charlotte was at the Gates family estate. She was currently parked at the dining table, glaring at a bowl of fish soup and throwing a full-blown tantrum.

"I know you're sick of it, honey," Nora coaxed, sitting beside her with a sympathetic smile. "But I checked with G5. This broth is exactly what your body needs right now.

Just a few sips, okay?"

Pouting miserably, her foul mood was written all over her face. "I don't care how good it is. I can't eat fish soup three times a day."

Who could survive this?

They were feeding her like a stray cat!

"Well..." Nora opened her mouth, but found she couldn't argue.

It had been an entire week of this strict diet.

Still, it was for her own good.

Carrying twins was taking a massive toll on her system.

If they weren't careful now, there would be hell to pay later.

"I'm not drinking it."

Pushing the bowl away, she threw her hands up in utter defeat. "Give it to someone else."

She knew her own body better than anyone; she was perfectly fine.

"Sweetheart..."

Nora sighed, preparing another round of maternal persuasion.

But she was interrupted by the low rumble of a sports car cutting its engine in the driveway.

"Welcome home, sir."

The butler greeted respectfully at the door.

"Thanks."

Anthony swapped his dress shoes for slippers, scrubbed up thoroughly to ensure he wasn't tracking in any germs, and finally strolled into the dining room.

"Eat them fast. Don't let Mom catch you."

Since they had moved into the main estate, the elders had micromanaged every aspect of their lives.

Her diet was under strict surveillance, and junk food was absolutely forbidden.

Her eyes lit up like fireworks. Snatching the illicit contraband from his grasp, she curled her finger at him, her lips curving into a sly, triumphant grin. "Come closer."

"Yeah?"

He leaned in, a hopelessly indulgent smile softening his striking features. "What is it?"

Charlotte planted a loud kiss on his cheek, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "Your reward."

"Eat up."

Anthony chuckled, taking a seat beside her and holding out a glass of water. He glanced at her swollen stomach, his expression suddenly thoughtful. "Your spice tolerance has been through the roof lately.

Do you think the babies were just too small during the last ultrasound, and the scan was wrong?"

She tilted her head, giving him a puzzled look.

"I'm convinced we're having two little girls," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rich, gravelly timber as he gently rubbed her belly. "A man's intuition is rarely wrong."

Two girls?