The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1256

Damaris stopped breathing for a second, completely frozen in place.

Did he really just say she was worth it?

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if her son was hopelessly in love or just hopeless, period.

“I really don’t get it…”

“You don’t have to!” Newell got to his feet. He looked even taller than usual, but his body was hunched and his skin was almost ghostly pale. His eyes locked on Damaris, intense and unwavering. “Mom, Charlotte means everything to me. Anyone who tries to hurt her, I’ll deal with them myself.”

He let that hang in the air for a second, his voice low and cold as ice. “That includes you.”

Then, without another word, Newell broke eye contact, turned, and walked out. He didn’t look back.

“Newell!”

Damaris snapped around, glaring after him. Her eyes darkened, her voice sharp. “No matter what happened between you and Charlotte, for six months, you treated her like a test subject.”

Newell stopped dead in his tracks. His hand clenched at his side.

“If Charlotte ever finds out her so-called savior had an agenda all along, that you almost pushed her over the edge… Do you think she could ever forgive you?”

Every word hit him like a blade, right through the heart.

But in just a moment, Newell’s face smoothed out. He managed a small, bitter smile. “If she hates me, that’s something I’ll have to live with.”

He didn’t give Damaris another glance. Leaning on the doorframe for support, he left the room, looking even weaker than before.

Damaris stood there, staring at the empty doorway, her eyes cold and calculating. Her hands curled into tight fists.

If Charlotte and Newell were really as close as she suspected…

And if Charlotte found out Newell had the same gene mutation, would she really just walk away?

The thought brought a rare smile to Damaris’s lips.

There might finally be hope for the gene mutation research.

***

Anthony finally caved. He draped the coat over her shoulders and took her hand. “Don’t be mad. I’ll drive you.”

He knew he’d kept her cooped up for too long.

Half an hour later, they pulled up at Kingswood University.

Anthony parked the car and reached for the door, only for Charlotte to cut in, “Just come pick me up tonight.”

Anthony’s brows pulled together and he quietly pulled his leg back inside. “Don’t eat anything you shouldn’t, okay?”

“Got it.”

Charlotte answered, hopped out, tugged her hat a little lower, and walked off without looking back.

The way she walked… she didn’t look like a mother-to-be at all.

Charlotte was going to give Anthony a case of sympathetic pregnancy symptoms at this rate.