Summary of Chapter 1041 – A pivotal chapter in The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns by Carmen Henley
The chapter Chapter 1041 is one of the most intense moments in The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns, written by Carmen Henley. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Franco’s sudden move left everyone in the room completely dumbfounded.
Especially Robert.
He just stood there, stunned, the words he’d wanted to yell suddenly stuck in his throat as he watched Franco’s performance unfold. Before Robert could even get angry, Franco had already dropped to his knees and started bowing his head, practically throwing himself at Robert’s feet.
Talk about taking the initiative.
Nora glanced nervously at her father, biting her lip before whispering, “Dad…”
“Don’t say a word,” Robert snapped, cutting her off. He stared down at Franco with a stony face, his voice low and cold. “Let him talk.”
Being glared at like that, and remembering how he’d overheard Robert threatening to skin him alive just minutes ago, Franco felt a kind of pressure he’d never experienced before in his forty-something years. Wasn’t kneeling supposed to work? That’s what Anthony had told him.
So why did it feel like things were getting worse?
Just to be sure, Franco hadn’t only knelt. He’d gone all in, pressing his forehead to the ground in a full-on apology.
His breath caught in his throat. He sneaked a look at Anthony, who was just sitting there, watching with obvious amusement. Franco frowned.
Anthony, who was in the middle of peeling an orange for Charlotte, paused, his lips pressed together.
Franco had grown up on the Isle of Veil and later moved to Solenia. He really didn’t know much about the traditions here in Eldoria. Apparently, you couldn’t just go around banging your head on the floor—especially not with such a solemn look. It was a little intense, even creepy.
No wonder Robert’s face looked even darker.
When Robert coughed, loud and deliberate, Franco quickly turned his eyes away and started replaying everything he’d just done in his head.
Kneeling? That was right.
Bowing? That was right too.
So why was Robert still so cold? Maybe he hadn’t bowed enough times.
That had to be it.
“Dad…”


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