The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1995

Downstairs.

Charlotte tied on an apron and began simmering soup in the kitchen, keeping a close ear on the noises upstairs.

Her brow remained furrowed the entire time.

It was too quiet. A terrifying kind of quiet.

After a moment of thought, Charlotte put down her spoon and called Stella's former attending psychiatrist.

She explained Stella's condition in detail.

"She's not the type to forgive herself easily, and she tends to isolate herself in her own world. If she can't break out of it, she'll only sink deeper."

"Based on what you're saying, this looks like the onset of a depressive relapse," the doctor warned. "Try not to overwhelm her for the next couple of days."

"Focus on finding ways to make her happy, ideally with people she deeply cares about."

"Since we caught it early, proper intervention will keep it from escalating."

"Thank you."

Charlotte hung up the phone and rubbed her temples.

Just as she suspected, her depression had returned.

At that moment, her phone rang again.

It was Hans.

"Ma'am, Veronica stood in the rain all night and just passed out from a high fever."

"Is she dead?"

Charlotte put the phone on speaker, slowly stirring the soup, her tone laced with pure ice.

"Uh, not yet," Hans quickly clarified. "The Ham family found out we have her and they're demanding we hand her over."

"The Ham family?"

A cold sneer touched Charlotte's lips as the temperature in the room seemed to plummet.

She had personally seen to it that Stella's records were sealed.

The only existing copy was taken by the forensic agency.

If she remembered correctly.

The medical examiner who handled the Lamplighter Village case was one of Mr. Ham's subordinates.

They had claimed the file was needed for medical research.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify