The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1993

"Her temperature is back to normal. If there are no complications when she wakes up tomorrow, she can be discharged."

After briefing them, the doctor had Stella transferred to a private room.

"You guys should go back and rest," Roger said hoarsely, his face pale as he looked at Anthony and Charlotte. "I'll take care of Stella."

She was pregnant and had been up all night.

"I'm fine."

Charlotte shook her head, her tone resolute. "When she wakes up, she'll want me here."

"But..."

Roger frowned, his eyes dropping to her stomach.

"It's a suite." Anthony gently ruffled his wife's hair. "Let her stay."

Roger paused, then nodded silently.

The group entered the room.

Stella was hooked up to an IV, sleeping peacefully. The stark white sheets only made her complexion look even more pale.

Anthony had someone bring fresh clothes and turned to Roger. "Go take a shower."

His hair was completely soaked, and in the crisp early autumn air, he was bound to catch a cold.

"I'm fine."

Roger sat by the bed, his eyes locked onto Stella, looking utterly wrecked.

"Your hand injury hasn't fully healed, and you just stood in the rain. If you catch a fever..." Charlotte stared at him seriously. "Are you going to take care of Stella, or am I going to have to take care of both of you?"

Hearing this, Roger stood up, grabbed the bag of clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

As the sound of running water started, Charlotte approached the bed. She leaned over, gently brushing the hair from the girl's face, her lips pressed into a tight line.

"Hans just called. They caught her," Anthony said, standing behind Charlotte and wrapping his arms around her waist. "How do you want to handle this?"

"Make her stand in the pouring rain. She doesn't move until Stella wakes up."

Charlotte gently held Stella's hand, staring at the fragile girl with a cold look in her eyes. "We'll deal with the rest later."

Charlotte shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, and mumbled, "I'm just sad."

"Let me hold you."

Anthony pulled her onto his lap, gently stroking her hair with a quiet sigh.

Stella meant the world to her. Part of the reason Stella got hurt was that she was trying to protect Charlotte.

Charlotte had spent years treating and comforting Stella, finally helping her recover.

Seeing her like this broke Charlotte's heart more than anything.

When Roger came out of the shower, Charlotte forced him to eat something. After that, he sat by Stella's bed and refused to move.

Exhausted from carrying her babies, Charlotte stayed up until the early hours of the morning. Once she was sure Stella was stable, she finally went to the adjacent room to rest.

But sleep didn't bring any peace. She was plagued by endless nightmares.

Every dream was a twisted memory of Lamplighter Village.

If a normal person like her couldn't bear to relive those memories, she couldn't imagine how someone as fragile as Stella was surviving it.