The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2053

Hearing the commotion, Charlotte and Anthony both turned around.

Standing tall in the center of the open doorway was a striking, elegant figure. A soft smile graced his handsome, refined face, and his beige suit made him look exceptionally polished.

"Newell!"

Seeing him clearly, a flicker of surprise lit up Charlotte's usually calm eyes.

"Long time no see."

Newell offered a charming smirk. He strode forward on long legs, handing the bouquet to Charlotte before reaching a hand out to the man beside her. "Congratulations, Anthony. A boy and a girl."

"Thank you."

Anthony met his gaze without hesitation. The corners of his lips curved upward, but his dark eyes were unfathomable. "And congratulations to you, Mr. Churchill, on your promotion to Godfather."

That title shot his seniority right to the top.

Newell's deep blue eyes locked onto the boastful man across from him, a faint smile playing on his lips as he deliberately tightened his grip.

Anthony wasn't one to back down. The smile on his handsome face widened as he ruthlessly squeezed back.

The two men stood in the center of the pristine white hall, staring each other down, neither willing to let go first.

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

Holding the flowers, Charlotte glanced between them, her brows knitting together. "Newell, did you come to Cabinda just to see Anthony?" she asked, her voice raspy.

Hearing her, Anthony and Newell immediately snapped their heads toward a gossiping Charlotte, instantly dropping each other's hands.

Newell scoffed. "Why would I come to see him?"

Anthony fired back. "Oh, you wish you could."

Charlotte was speechless.

She genuinely felt that the dynamic between her mentor and Anthony was incredibly weird.

She pursed her lips, and a terrifying thought popped into her head: They look like a bickering couple.

Meeting the girl's meaningful gaze, Newell realized that explaining would only make things worse. He cleared his throat and walked over to the crib.

The twins were awake, staring up with bright, wide eyes and kicking their chubby little legs.

"Here, let your Godfather get a good look at you."

Being the daughter of those two, Ophelia was already showing signs of being far more spirited than most babies. She was incredibly active, completely outshining her brother, who was content just zoning out beside her.

"What's her name?"

Newell looked down at the soft pink bundle, his tone unconsciously softening.

"Frederick and Ophelia."

Anthony glanced at him. The two still didn't quite get along, making their conversation painfully awkward.

"Interesting names."

Newell's lips twitched into a smile. He looked at the boy in Anthony's arms, then back at Ophelia in his own, a gentle warmth pooling in his eyes.

"These two look a lot like Charlotte."

Seeing Ophelia staring at him with unbridled curiosity, Newell's heart melted. He gently took her tiny hand and gave it a soft shake, teasing her with a light laugh. "It's a good thing you look like your mom. It would have been a disaster if you looked like your dad, right?"

"Ahhh~"

Hearing Newell's voice, the chatty little Ophelia grew even more excited. Her tiny legs, clad in pink socks, kicked with all their might, showing off her adorable, perfect dimples.