The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1267

Almost the moment she glanced over, confusion in her eyes, Mr. Churchill let go of Charlotte’s hand. In a blink, Charlotte found herself in someone else’s arms.

Anthony’s arm circled around her waist, steady and protective. His dark eyes locked on Mr. Churchill, sharp and untrusting. Mr. Churchill returned the stare. Nobody said a word, but the tension in the air felt heavy, almost suffocating.

“I’ll wait for your message,” Charlotte said to Mr. Churchill, her tone cool and clear. She turned to Anthony, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Let’s go.”

Anthony nodded. As they passed Mr. Churchill, Anthony paused, his voice low. “Mr. Churchill, you really look like someone Lottie and I used to know.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Churchill didn’t miss a beat. He smiled, relaxed and unfazed. “I have one of those faces. People say that a lot.”

Anthony’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he looked away and led Charlotte to the car.

As the car pulled away, Charlotte gazed out the window, her thoughts turning cold. Anthony’s familiar presence was comforting, but she couldn’t shake the chill that settled over her.

“He might not be right for the drug trial,” she said quietly.

“Why do you think that?” Anthony leaned over, buckling her seatbelt. He watched her closely, concern in his eyes. “Is it because of who he is?”

“No, it’s his body.” Charlotte’s voice was soft, almost lazy. She looked up, meeting Anthony’s gaze. “He’s already very sick. His body doesn’t process medication well. If he tries the drug, the results won’t be reliable. I’ll have to do it myself.”

She watched Anthony’s face for a reaction, catching a flash of something deep in his eyes. A wave of anxiety washed over her.

On the drive home, Charlotte drifted off to sleep. When they arrived, Anthony carried her to bed, pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, pulled the curtains closed, and stepped out onto the balcony. He dialed Dr. David.

“Are the results ready?”

“They just came in,” Dr. David replied. “The pathogen test worked.”

Anthony let out a breath, tension easing from his shoulders. His voice was hoarse but steadier now. “And the antidote? One more week?”

“At most, yes. Maybe less if everything goes well.”

“Thank you. If you need more money, just say the word.” Anthony glanced back at the bed, where Charlotte was curled up under the covers. His gaze softened. “She’s going to find out soon. You should lie low for a few days.”

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