The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1250

Newell felt something shift inside him as he listened. For the first time in what felt like forever, his frozen heart started to thaw. “What if Mr. Churchill agrees on his own?” he asked quietly.

He honestly never thought there was anyone left in this world who cared whether Mr. Churchill lived or died. And of all people, it was Charlotte. The only one. If she ever found out why he really saved her back then, would she regret saying what she just did?

Charlotte frowned, ready to ask another question, but Newell spoke first. “If he doesn’t take the antidote, he’ll die. So why not try it? Maybe he’ll make it through.”

“If he’s willing…” Charlotte’s mind was a mess of questions, but she kept her expression cool. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “In that case, we can run the experiment.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he comes to Cabinda willingly, no tricks.”

“…Alright.” Her suspicions about some secret link between Newell and Mr. Churchill were getting stronger by the minute.

The call ended. Anthony guided Charlotte over to the sofa and sat her down. He brought over a bowl of warm red date porridge and watched her closely. “Still thinking about Newell?”

“Yeah.” Charlotte relaxed into the cushions, letting herself go limp as she opened her mouth for Anthony to feed her.

“You think Newell has something to do with Mr. Churchill?” Anthony asked while gently wiping a stray bit of porridge from her lips, his voice soft as velvet.

“Newell knows everything about Mr. Churchill. He even…” A sudden, wild idea flashed through her mind. Charlotte shot up, eyes wide and round. “Don’t you think Mr. Churchill and Newell look a lot alike?”

“You’re just noticing?” Anthony steadied her with a hand on her waist, worried by how fast she’d moved. “Careful.”

“Yeah.” Anthony glanced at her serious face, then leaned in and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “We’ll figure it out. Everything will work out. You and the baby are going to be fine.”

So sure of himself, huh? Lottie studied his face, brow pinched with doubt. Right now, what they needed most was a test subject with the right gene mutation. The idea of forcing someone to mutate quickly using that dangerous serum was out of the question.

“Anthony, you…”

She was about to ask him what he really meant when her phone suddenly rang, slicing through the quiet of the room.

Anthony picked up her phone, and when he saw the caller ID, his expression changed in an instant.