The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2042

Anthony stared at her with bloodshot eyes, gripping her hand and shaking his head.

He refused to let go.

He was stubborn as an unruly child.

At a loss, the doctor shot a desperate, pleading look at Charlotte.

Charlotte sighed, her fingertips gently brushing the man's cheek. 'Every minute I delay going in is another minute of danger,' she said casually.

'If you aren't afraid, then keep holding onto me and throw a tantrum right here.'

They had already agreed at home that he wouldn't go in.

He was changing his tune remarkably fast.

Hearing her words, Anthony's brows furrowed deeply. He pressed a profound kiss to his wife's lips and whispered hoarsely, 'I'll wait outside for you.'

'Be good.'

Charlotte caressed his face, then looked at the doctor. 'Let's go.'

'Yes, Mrs. Blair.'

The doctor nodded, gently wheeling Charlotte into the operating room.

Just as the doors were closing, Anthony grabbed the last doctor's shoulder with a grip so crushing it felt like he might snap the bone.

'Mr. Blair...'

Faced with the dark, predatory gaze of the man, the doctor trembled in sheer terror. 'Do you have any instructions?'

'If any complications arise during the surgery, you must ensure my wife is safe above all else.'

The doctor was so startled by Anthony's intense demand that she almost couldn't process it.

Their hospital was the best in all of Eldoria.

The number of C-sections they had performed was countless.

'Anthony...' Patricia stepped forward, gently pulling the doctor away. 'Thank you for your hard work,' she said politely.

'It's my duty.'

The doctor replied, forcing a shaky smile before hurriedly shutting the operating room doors.

The surgical light flicked on.

At the doctor's words, Charlotte took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

Time ticked by relentlessly.

Outside the operating room, people paced back and forth, absolute anxiety painted across every face.

'Drink some soda, it'll wake you up.'

Seeing Anthony stretched so taut, Kenneth handed him a bottle. 'Drink up. You'll need the energy to take care of Lottie later.'

Anthony frowned and reached out to take it. Just as he was about to open the bottle, the operating room doors suddenly swung open.

With a sharp hiss, the man's grip completely lost control. The soda bottle exploded in his hand, sending a shockwave through the surrounding crowd.

'What's happening?'

Nora rushed forward the moment she saw the doctor, her voice laced with dread. 'How is she?'

It had been over half an hour since Lottie was taken in.

'Mrs. Blair is doing wonderfully.' The doctor said, looking up to meet Anthony's damp, red eyes. 'Congratulations, Mr. Blair,' she stuttered out.

'Your first child was born safely. It's an older brother.'