The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1522

“Get some sleep.”

Charlotte finished checking on Emily, wiped her hands, and opened the door.

Out in the hallway, Kenneth and Anthony were leaning against the wall. Both of them looked relaxed, almost bored. As soon as Kenneth heard the door, though, his head shot up.

“Lottie…”

He hurried over, eyes full of worry. “How is she? Is Emily hurt badly?”

Anthony stepped forward too, taking the jacket from his arm and carefully settling it over Charlotte’s shoulders.

“She’s hurt, but it’s not too bad,” Charlotte said, nodding. “Just some minor stuff. She needs time to recover.”

Kenneth let out a loud breath. You could practically see the relief draining the tension from his shoulders. Without another word, he turned to go inside.

“Hold up.”

Charlotte reached for him, eyes fixed on his right hand. Her voice dropped, turning icy. “How’s your hand?”

Kenneth glanced down at his arm. He could feel the dull sting under the skin. After a second’s pause, he muttered, “It’s fine.”

Charlotte just stared at him, absolutely refusing to budge. The moment stretched.

“I might’ve held onto Emily a bit too hard earlier. It hurts,” Kenneth finally confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

The way Lottie looked at him, he knew she wasn’t buying it. He shrank back, getting awkward. “I’ve already taken my meds. It’s okay. Really.”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her tone casual but menacing. “If you lie to me and put off treatment just to act tough, then end up crippled, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The Blair family would never let Emily marry a man who can’t even take care of himself.”

She turned away, clearly done with the conversation.

“Lottie…”

Kenneth’s face fell. He hurried after her, blurting out, “Actually, it hurts a lot more than I said.”

Charlotte stopped, shot him a look, and said, “Next room. Now.”

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