The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1833

Imperial Heights. Charlotte was half-asleep when a sudden knock sounded at the door. Helen walked up to the bed, her expression grave, a phone in her hand. "Ma'am, your phone has been ringing nonstop." "What is it?" Charlotte pushed the covers aside. Holding her lower back with extreme care, she leaned against the headboard, draping a blanket over her bump. She hadn't slept enough, and her groggy mood was far from pleasant. "It might be about Shirley." Helen respectfully handed over the phone, her voice soft. "I saw the news and was afraid it might delay something important, so I woke you." "Shirley?" Charlotte frowned, taking the phone and returning Stella's call. "Charlotte, here's what happened..." Charlotte put the phone on speaker. As she listened to Stella, she scrolled through the news, quickly grasping the situation. "I understand." The lazy haze vanished from Charlotte's face, replaced by a deep, suffocating wave of coldness. Her voice dropped to a chilling register. "Go to class. I'll handle this." "Charlotte..." "Be good." Charlotte smirked, kicking off the covers. She ran a hand through her long hair, her voice steady. "Taking out this kind of trash won't take much effort." It was perfect timing. Shirley's lingering issues needed to be permanently resolved. Stella didn't press further. Dorothy's situation was bound to come out eventually... she just hadn't expected it to blow up now. All the online vitriol was pointed directly at Shirley. Leaking this did Dorothy no favors. If it wasn't her, who was it? Stella gripped her phone, thinking hard. Suddenly, a specific face flashed in her mind. Could it be her? Charlotte threw on a simple coat, grabbed her car keys, and headed out. "Ma'am, you're pregnant! You really shouldn't drive." Helen grabbed her purse and hurried after her, her voice thick with worry. "I already called the driver. He'll be here in a second." "No need." Charlotte slid into the driver's seat, flashing Helen a reassuring smile. "I'll talk to Anthony myself." "Then please be careful." Helen nodded, closing the door for her and pleading, "Don't rush. Drive slow." "Thanks, Helen. I will." Charlotte offered a tight smile, slipped on her sunglasses, and started the sports car. The moment she cleared the gates, she slammed her foot on the gas. The engine roared as the car tore down the street, leaving nothing but dust in its wake. "Ma'am!" Helen stood frozen in place, staring at the speeding car, her heart leaping into her throat. Good lord. Did she even remember she was pregnant? On the way to The Henley Family's home, Charlotte put in her earpiece and made back-to-back calls to Anthony and The Blair Estate. "Charlotte, I asked around. Andrew's mother had no idea," Daniel said. He was absolutely furious about the situation and had already dispatched people to investigate. "We're still trying to track down exactly who leaked it." Using this to ruin both Andrew and Shirley while humiliating The Blair Family—it was a vicious move. "Daniel, I have a pretty good idea who did it," Charlotte said, her voice freezing over as she glanced at the dashboard. "They came after Shirley. I'll handle them. But I need a definitive answer on something else." "Tell me," Daniel agreed, his brow furrowing. "Shirley doesn't have a powerful background, and the internet keeps attacking her for it. Being with Andrew has put her under an immense amount of pressure..." "I understand." Daniel cut Charlotte off, his tone deadly serious. "Shirley is the daughter-in-law Patricia and the rest of The Blair Family chose. As long as she wants this, our family will treat her right."