The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2027

The next day.

Roger was wheeled into the operating room.

Charlotte appeared before the group in her sterile surgical scrubs.

Her pregnant belly, carrying twins at nearly eight months, was impossible to hide even beneath the baggy clothing.

"Lottie."

Samantha took Charlotte's hand, looking worriedly at her round stomach. She couldn't bear the thought of it. "Standing on your feet for hours like this... are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"If it's too much, let's just swap surgeons."

It was simply too dangerous.

Franco and Nora stood nearby, their brows knitted in deep concern.

They knew that once this stubborn girl made up her mind, absolutely no one could change it.

She was a medical professional; she wouldn't risk her own life or her babies' lives.

But still.

This surgery dictated Roger's entire future. Even the slightest misstep...

"I'll be fine."

Charlotte offered a reassuring smile. She slipped her wedding ring off and handed it to Anthony. "When I get out, I want green bean pastries from that shop by the South Gate."

"Alright."

Anthony nodded. He pulled out a hair tie he carried specifically for her and expertly twisted her long hair into a neat bun.

He was so fast and efficient, it was obvious he did this for her all the time.

"And I want an iced milk tea..."

Charlotte sat in the chair, looking down at the billionaire who was currently kneeling to adjust her shoes. Her voice took on a spoiled, bossy tone. "Add a double scoop of red beans."

Iced milk tea?

Anthony glanced out the window. It was November, and the frost had already set in.

The mornings and evenings were bone-chillingly cold.

"Hot tea."

Anthony kept his eyes lowered, his deep voice carrying a tone that left absolutely zero room for negotiation.

"Fine."

Charlotte gave a noncommittal hum, pushing his hands away. She stood up, looked at her parents, and said earnestly, "Grandpa must be missing me. Let's go back and have dinner with him tonight."

Anthony was speechless.

What a heartless little thing.

Franco and Nora exchanged exhausted looks.

They'd always heard that a mother's mood during pregnancy directly affected the babies' future personalities.

If that was true...

Nora massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

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