The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2057

"Yes."

Anthony stared intently at the girl, his face dead serious as he slowly added, "Based on her symptoms... it's quite severe."

Unable to listen to another word, Charlotte stood up, snatched the phone out of his hand, and spoke directly to Dr. David. "That's completely made up. You don't need to come."

"Ah, Lottie..." Hearing her voice, Dr. David's booming laugh echoed through the speaker. He beat around the bush for a good few minutes before finally bringing the topic to the twins. "No one else has called you yet, right?"

"Huh?"

Charlotte frowned, giving a noncommittal hum.

Shirley and Stella had only reached out via text, while everyone else knew she was still recovering and hadn't wanted to disturb her.

"Excellent!"

Dr. David sounded absolutely thrilled. "It's settled, then. When the babies grow up, they are going to study medicine under me. I will pass down my life's work to them."

"Wait..."

Halfway through his sentence, he quickly changed his tune. "G5 is definitely eyeing them too, and there's your mentor... There's simply not enough to go around."

"Let's do this. First come, first served. No matter what, you have to give one to me."

A child born from her and Anthony was the ultimate genetic jackpot.

There was no telling just how brilliant they would be.

He absolutely could not let anyone else steal them away first.

Hearing this, Charlotte tightened her grip on her phone. She glanced over at the babies in their crib.

Frederick was lying with his eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked incredibly spaced out, showing zero signs of genius.

Ophelia was rolling her big, round eyes around. Somehow, her tiny hands had managed to pull off her own sock. Without realizing it, she threw the sock straight onto her own face.

With her vision blocked, she instantly burst into loud, wailing tears.

"We'll see."

Charlotte rubbed her temples, offering a dismissive reply. "I need to observe them a bit more. They might..."

"Might what?"

Dr. David paused, asking cautiously.

"Not very..." As she spoke, Ophelia managed to pull the sock off, only to immediately smack herself in the face with it again. Another round of wailing ensued. Charlotte buried her face in her hand, unable to watch. She summed it up in a few words: "Not very smart."

"What?!"

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