The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 483

Jackson didn’t say a word, but you could see the tension in his shoulders finally start to slip away.

Charlotte’s lifeline had arrived.

…

Upstairs, Anthony moved as quietly as he could to the bedroom door, easing it open with careful hands.

There she was, curled up on the bed, small and vulnerable. She had taken her sleep meds and waking up too soon would only make things worse.

He watched her for a moment, his lips pressed tight, then quietly pulled the door shut.

Anthony just stood there, rubbing at his brow, feeling the weight of it all. After a few silent seconds, he turned and headed for the study next door.

He opened his email and forced himself to go through the same files and videos he hadn’t finished earlier.

When the hospital footage started, his breathing went rough.

On screen, Charlotte had just been brought in, huddled in a corner, arms wrapped around her knees. Her face was streaked with tears, and her whole body looked so small, so lost.

“I’m not crazy. I’m not sick,” she kept saying. “Jesse is the bad guy. He hurt me.”

No one listened. They just ignored her. Then this harsh-looking middle-aged woman stepped over, scissors in hand, and sneered, “Crazy people always say they’re fine.”

“Anyone who ends up here isn’t normal,” the woman said, signaling for someone to grab Charlotte and hold her down. She eyed Charlotte’s hair and added, “Such pretty black hair. Without it, you won’t be able to seduce men, will you?”

“No, please, don’t cut my hair…”

“Mom, Mom, help me…”

Someone was filming the whole thing. Nobody cared that Charlotte was getting hurt trying to fight them off.

The entire video was just Charlotte’s desperate cries for help.

As he listened, Anthony’s fingers dug into his palm. His eyes, usually dark and calm, burned with something ferocious.

“Open your mouth. Take the medicine.”

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