The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2054

What a passive-aggressive jerk!

Anthony couldn't be bothered to argue with a lonely bachelor. He looked at his overly energetic daughter and frowned.

It was obvious.

This little girl really liked Newell.

As her father, he fed her, bathed her, and changed her diapers every single day...

And he had never seen her get this excited.

"You agree with your Godfather, too?"

Looking at the baby's beautiful little face, the amusement in Newell's eyes deepened. He curled his lips and continued, "I heard your dad wanted to ship you off to boarding school before you were even born."

Anthony stiffened, his expression turning downright ugly.

Back then, Charlotte's pregnancy symptoms had been extremely severe, and they thought they were having two boys...

In a moment of pure frustration, he had indeed said he would send them away the moment they were born.

Newell sure did his homework.

"Why don't you send them to my place?"

Newell looked up, meeting Charlotte's eyes as she sat down across from him. He smiled knowingly. "I'm great at raising kids."

Anthony's face turned icy. He wanted to murder someone.

Specifically, he wanted to murder Newell.

"Huh?"

Charlotte popped a grape into her mouth. Hearing this, she turned her head to look at Anthony.

"It's been a while, but it seems Mr. Churchill's delusions are only getting worse."

Anthony gently rocked Frederick, a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Does the cure for the genetic mutation come with side effects?"

"Lottie, you'd better treat him quickly before he starts trying to steal our kids."

Charlotte just smiled, choosing not to say a word.

The Isle of Veil was situated perfectly between Apex and Solenia. As the twins grew older, they would inevitably spend time in those territories.

It was the perfect halfway point.

A long time ago, she had actually considered letting Newell help guide the kids.

But not yet.

Although Anthony was joking, Newell's health was still genuinely poor. Even after taking the cure, it would take a year or two for him to fully recover.

He thought Anthony would hand the gifts off to a maid to store away.

Unexpectedly.

He directly tied them onto the babies' wrists, a faint smirk on his face. "You have decent taste."

Newell gave him a long, hard look before looking away, a helpless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Maybe he wasn't quite as petty as he thought.

In the guest room.

Newell stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, gazing thoughtfully outside.

Knock, knock—

The door opened, and Anthony stood there, casually shaking a bottle of red wine. "Want a drink?"

"Did you poison it?"

Newell smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement.

"Yeah."

Anthony walked in and poured two glasses. He handed one to Newell, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It'll make you go mute."