The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 70

“Charlotte!”

Anthony never saw it coming. One second, Charlotte was beside him, the next she was diving straight into the water. He reached out, but his fingers just grabbed thin air.

Did she even know how to swim?

He didn’t waste a second thinking. Anthony jumped in after her.

But what happened next caught him completely off guard. Not only could Charlotte swim, she was fast... faster than he’d ever seen. He’d won gold at swimming championships before, and even at his best, this distance would take him a minute and a half. Somehow, Charlotte was ahead of him.

She slipped beneath the surface and lifted the unconscious child, surfacing just as Anthony caught up.

Everything about this felt strangely familiar to Charlotte. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, her thoughts spinning.

“Charlotte, give me the kid.”

She just stared at him, dazed, until Anthony frowned and took the child from her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Hang on to me,” he said, voice low and rough.

Her fingers shook as she grabbed his arm. Together, they swam for shore.

Five minutes later, they dragged the boy onto the grass.

The kid’s head was bleeding badly, his breathing faint. He’d taken a hard hit, then gotten knocked around by the water. Now he just lay there, blood pooling beneath him, barely conscious.

“My baby! Please, my baby…” The boy’s mother, elegant in her expensive clothes, crumpled to her knees, sobbing. “Is there a doctor? Someone help my son, please…”

It was rush hour. The ambulance was stuck way down the road, nowhere close.

People crowded around, whispering, but nobody stepped forward.

“His skull’s cracked. Can anyone really save him?”

“A high schooler? She can’t know anything about medicine! Who does she think she is, trying to help?”

“We know you mean well, but don’t do anything crazy, okay?”

“Yeah! If something happens, you’ll never be able to take the blame!”

Voices overlapped, everyone piling on.

Charlotte didn’t flinch. She lined up the needles with calm precision. As she reached for the boy’s hand, his mother shoved her away, panic in her eyes. “What are you doing to my son?” she cried, her voice shaking.

The push made Charlotte stagger, but Anthony caught her right before she fell.

He straightened, his eyes icy as he scanned the crowd. “If you can help, then do it. If you can’t, keep quiet.”

Someone tried to speak up, but one look at Anthony’s cold expression shut them up fast.