The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1280

“Did Newell take his meds?”

Anthony stepped through the door just as Dr. David’s words hung in the air. He blurted out the name without even thinking.

Suddenly, the whole lab went quiet.

Did Anthony just say Newell? Not Mr. Churchill?

Charlotte froze for only a second before everything clicked into place. Every doubt she’d had finally made sense.

Mr. Churchill wasn’t Newell’s secret son. They looked alike because they were the same person all along.

“I’ll explain in a bit.”

Anthony moved closer and took Charlotte’s cold hand in his. His voice was low, full of worry. “Please believe me. I never meant to keep this from you.”

He’d wanted to tell her yesterday, but then his use of the pathogen had come out unexpectedly.

Charlotte tried to take it all in. Her lips parted, her voice rough. “We have to find him.”

“I will.” Anthony brushed his hand over her hair, then looked to Hans, his face tense. “Pull all the surveillance footage from around the lab. Get more people searching. Move fast.”

Newell hadn’t been gone long. He couldn’t have gotten far.

“Yes, Anthony.”

Hans glanced nervously between everyone. The tension in the room was suffocating, and he hurried out without another word.

“Lottie, you can’t really blame Anthony for this,” Dr. David said, stepping up to defend him. “None of us knew the truth until yesterday. Anthony just didn’t get the chance to tell you, that’s all. He never meant to hide it. And... it was my call to let Newell take the antidote early.” Dr. David stood in front of Charlotte, his posture stiff and apologetic. “If you want to be mad at someone, blame me. Punish me if you want, but please, don’t get upset. It’s not good for you or the baby.”

Just then, Charlotte’s phone rang.

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