The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1729

At the hospital, chaos and urgency filled the halls as a man, pale and clinging to life, was wheeled straight into the emergency room. His wound was deep and he had already lost too much blood.

“Charlotte, you have to save him.” Andrew faced her, voice shaky, his complexion as white as the hospital sheets. “He’s the only one who can clear Shirley’s name.”

Charlotte’s eyes lingered on Andrew for a moment, her gaze serious. “Look after Shirley,” she said before turning and following the nurse into the operating room.

Outside, the glowing red sign—Surgery in Progress—lit up overhead.

Inside, silence pressed down on everyone, broken only by the constant beep of the heart monitor. Charlotte moved around the operating table with calm confidence, her hands steady inside sterile gloves, her face half-hidden by a surgical mask.

“Hemostat,” she said in a cool, even tone. The surgeon who should've been in charge offered the tool with shaky hands, giving up the lead to Charlotte without a word.

No one else in the room dared to breathe as they watched. Everyone had heard the stories about Charlotte—how she worked miracles in surgery—but this man had been brought in too late. The blood loss was massive.

Could she actually pull him back from the edge?

The heart monitor’s beeps slowed, tension growing with each second. People glanced at each other, their eyes full of fear and unspoken doubt. It felt like this was a fight they were sure to lose.

* * *

Back at the Blair estate, Dorothy bolted upright as the news hit her. Her face drained of color. “What did you say?”

“They found him covered in blood,” the maid stammered. “He’s still in surgery. Nobody knows if he’ll make it.” Dorothy’s expression made the maid shrink back, her voice trembling. “Anthony and Andrew are at the hospital, waiting to question him as soon as he wakes up.”

“And Shirley?” Dorothy’s fingers curled into her palm until her knuckles went white. She clenched her teeth, not even realizing she looked so scared. “Is she okay? Is she... still alive?”

“They just finished checking her.” The maid hesitated, then continued, “She has a few scrapes, and she’s pretty shaken up, but she’s fine.” She paused and dropped her voice lower. “But... she’s the one who stabbed him. If he dies in surgery, things will get messy—really messy.”

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