The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 980

Imperial Heights.

Work had been crazy lately, so Anthony was spending more time at the office. He still wasn’t home when Charlotte walked in.

After her shower, she slipped into pajamas, wrapped herself in a soft blanket, and curled up on the couch with her phone.

A message popped up from Newell. When do you think you’ll be here?

Charlotte frowned at the screen. Even if she went back right now and got the chief patriarch position, she’d still have to wait until Newell was gone before she could actually take over DM. He might be old, but he was still healthy. Why was he in such a rush to pick a successor?

Before she could even type a reply, another text came through. There are a few medicines here at DM that work a lot like the catalyst. You should come check them out.

Charlotte pursed her lips, eyes narrowing a little. Honestly, it felt like Newell was more eager to track down this antidote than she was.

Tomorrow night, she texted back.

Her message had barely sent when her phone rang again. Dr. David.

“Hello?” Charlotte straightened up, already knowing why he was calling.

“Lottie, we finished checking all the samples you sent,” Dr. David said quietly from the other end. “None of them are the catalyst we need.”

They didn’t even know the exact ingredients of the catalyst. Looking for it felt impossible, like searching for a single drop of water in the ocean.

“I figured,” Charlotte said softly. She wasn’t too surprised, so it didn’t hit her as hard as she’d expected.

“Lottie, are you really sure Mrs. W is your grandmother?”

“I’m sure,” Charlotte replied instantly. She squeezed the bridge of her nose. “I heard Newell found some new medicines. I’ll go check them out. Dr. David, I’ll have to count on you to keep working with the research team.”

Charlotte stared at the broken glass, her gaze falling to her own trembling fingers. A wave of weakness washed over her. Was her illness so bad that she couldn’t even hold a glass anymore?

“I’m okay,” Charlotte said after a moment. She looked up and gave Helen a small smile. “I just lost my grip. Sorry you have to clean this up.”

“It’s really no trouble,” Helen replied, still sounding shaken. Thank goodness you didn’t get burned. Anthony would be worried sick if he found out.

Later, at eight that night, Anthony finally came home. He opened the bedroom door and walked over to the bed.

Charlotte was fast asleep, her arms wrapped around his pillow.

He was just about to move closer when his phone rang. Anthony frowned, quietly closed the door, and stepped out into the hallway to answer.

“Anthony, we have news about Charlotte’s bracelet.”