Chapter overview: Chapter 1822 from The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns
In this standout chapter of the Romance novel The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns, Carmen Henley introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
Hearing Cedric's words, Newell's brows furrowed. He could already guess the grim reality of the situation.
Before he could issue an order, a small group hurried out of the laboratory doors. Anthony strode at the front, keeping a protective arm wrapped tightly around the petite girl at his side. Charlotte's face was stoic, but the slight, chaotic rush in her steps betrayed the storm of emotions inside her.
This stubborn girl...
"Boss, it's Charlotte and Anthony," Cedric noted in a low voice. "They must have heard the news from The Hawk Estate. Should we..."
"Head to the estate," Newell commanded, his eyes fixed on the couple. "Drive."
Half an hour later, multiple vehicles screeched to a halt outside the ancient stone walls of The Hawk Estate. The grand foyer was already plunged into chaos, with a team of doctors and nurses standing around in helpless distress.
"Ms. Charlotte is here," the butler announced, his voice carrying over the murmurs.
The medical staff gathered in Allanson's massive bedroom immediately parted, stepping aside to form a path. In the center of the room, lying motionless on the grand bed, was the frail, gray-haired patriarch. A ventilator mask covered his pale face. His eyes were closed, and he looked entirely drained of life. The heart monitor beside him beeped with a shrill, warning tone, indicating his rapidly dropping heart rate.
"The old man took a lethal dose of pills..." The butler wiped the tears from his weathered face, his voice breaking with deep sorrow. "It's my fault. I failed to watch him closely."
"Ms. Charlotte," the lead doctor stepped forward to give a clinical breakdown of the situation.
Charlotte stood frozen in the doorway. Her cold gaze was locked onto Allanson's face, completely tuning out the doctor's technical jargon. But the final sentence snapped her back to reality.
"The organ damage from the overdose is irreversible. Even with the ventilator, he has ten minutes left, at most."
Ten minutes?
Charlotte turned her head slowly, leveling a predatory glare at the doctor that made the man physically flinch.
"Ms. Charlotte, we did everything we could."


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