The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1269

Imperial Heights.

Anthony was buried in his study, flipping through files on Mr. Churchill, when his phone buzzed. He and Lottie had both wondered if Mr. Churchill could be Newell’s secret son. Everything they’d found so far pointed away from any connection between Newell and Damaris. Damaris’s husband’s blood was stored in the Churchill family’s private lab. Since there was no trace of Newell, Anthony had someone collect a sample from Damaris’s husband.

The DNA results were clear. Mr. Churchill really was Damaris’s biological son, no doubt about it.

But then, why did he give off such a familiar vibe? It was almost uncanny, the way he reminded Anthony of Newell. Sometimes, it felt like they were the same person.

The same person?

Anthony’s hand clenched around the files. Suddenly, memories and half-formed theories rushed through his mind, tumbling over each other. Newell had always been able to slip in and out of the Isle of Veil, dodging every trap. He’d managed to get his hands on Mr. Churchill and even convinced him to show up for the clinical trial. Mr. Churchill had agreed, without a fight, to be a hostage and help her get the antidote.

This whole clinical trial…

And the first time Anthony saw Mr. Churchill in Solenia, the way he looked at Lottie hadn’t been the look of a stranger at all.

Was it possible? Could Mr. Churchill actually be Newell?

Once could be a fluke. Twice was suspicious. But three, four times… That couldn’t just be a coincidence.

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. Anthony jumped to his feet, sending papers scattering everywhere. He should have figured this out sooner.

Right then, there was a knock at the study door. Hans stepped in, his voice steady. “Anthony, Dr. David sent a message. Mr. Churchill is in the lab.”

The lab? He’s not wasting any time.

“Dr. David said your physical exam report looks a little off. They might need Mr. Churchill’s help with the trial. He wants you to stop by when you can.”

“Get the car.”

Anthony pressed his hands to the desk, head bowed. His face was hidden, but the air in the room turned tense and heavy.

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