The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1938

"Who knew, he didn't even look at the photos. The day you left, he packed his bags and headed to Montara."

"My aunt, worried he'd annoy you, called him over a dozen times, but couldn't stop him."

"So you see," Charlotte tilted her head, her tone gentle, "Stella, the people in The Gates Family share one major trait: stubbornness."

"My brother is probably hooked on you for the rest of his life."

"And I strongly suspect that if you reject him, he might just die alone."

Die alone?

Was it really that dramatic?

After hearing Charlotte's words and remembering how Roger had risked his life to save her, Stella's expression grew conflicted.

"But based on how you two interact, you seem much more comfortable with him than before Montara." Charlotte smiled, her gaze deepening. "Stella, you like my brother too, don't you?"

"Charlotte..." Stella's face changed slightly as she tried to deny it.

"You think I can't tell?" Charlotte interrupted, her tone remaining soft and gentle throughout, never pressuring her.

"My brother is capable, wealthy, and looks... well," Charlotte paused, adding, "He's only slightly less handsome than Anthony."

"It's completely normal for you to like him."

Stella bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile.

She had never seen anyone show off their husband quite like that.

"But whether you want to be with him or not is entirely your decision." The car arrived at Kingswood University. Charlotte pulled the parking brake and rested her hands on the steering wheel. "Whatever you decide, I support you."

"Or, you could try letting him slowly step into your world."

"My brother isn't a superficial guy."

He was a forensic doctor; he had seen everything.

Appearances were never what mattered to him.

Stella listened quietly, not giving an immediate answer.

The students looked at each other, completely baffled.

"This flash drive has all the study materials I organized for you for this semester." Before leaving, Charlotte handed a pre-prepared USB drive to Beasley.

"Keep it safe. You'll need it when you apply for your master's or PhD programs."

The entire class immediately erupted in cheers.

These were study guides personally prepared by Charlotte. Once printed, they were absolutely going to treat them like sacred texts.

Meanwhile, Roger, who had been skipping work for two months, finally returned to the forensics lab.

"Dr. Gates." Terence rushed forward to take his briefcase, speaking with a meaningful tone. "Someone has been waiting for you for days."

"Who?" Roger unbuttoned his suit jacket, his long legs striding slowly toward his office.

"She's in your office."

Terence kept smiling, completely oblivious to the sudden darkening of Roger's face.