The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2083

"..."

Charlotte stood there, looking at her two kids who were somehow more popular than she was, feeling rather helpless.

"Is the dress uncomfortable?"

Before long, Anthony returned and took her hand. "Let's go. We'll head back and you can change."

"Well, about that..."

Meeting the man's meaningful gaze and remembering what he had said earlier, Charlotte frowned. Feigning absolute sincerity, she said, "Since we brought the babies out, why don't we go visit Great-grandma at The Blair Estate today?"

"It's been a while since they saw them. Grandma and your parents must miss them."

"Alright, whatever you say."

Anthony smiled faintly, agreeing magnanimously.

"..."

Charlotte stood frozen, staring at him quietly, her heart pounding.

Agreeing so quickly? Unscientific.

"What's wrong?"

Anthony leaned in, gently nuzzling his wife's forehead, his voice velvety. "What are you afraid of? Your husband isn't going to eat you."

"..."

Charlotte pursed her lips, her expression complicated.

If she hadn't already had his kids, she might have actually believed him.

—

Seeing the couple step out, the others sensibly dispersed.

"..."

Frederick and Ophelia stared at their mother without blinking, seemingly deep in thought.

Why did Mommy look so different?

"What are you looking at?"

Anthony stepped forward, his thumb gently caressing the baby's cheek. He cooed softly, "Give Mommy a smile."

"Ah, ah, oh~"

Ophelia stuck out her pink little tongue, a bright smile quickly blooming on her face.

"..."

Frederick, however, kept staring at his mother with a blank, serious expression.

"Daddy's going to hold Mommy's hand. Let Kenneth push you."

Watching the gentle, affectionate Anthony, the surrounding crowd fell into absolute silence.

Charlotte pursed her lips in silence.

She had a sinking feeling this wasn't going to be resolved so easily.

"By the way, how do you plan to handle Polly's accident?" Kenneth asked. "I heard they suspect it has something to do with Reba's people?"

"I'll deal with it after the album drops smoothly."

Charlotte leaned back against the seat, her body relaxing slightly, but a layer of frost settled in her eyes. "If I'm going to deal with her, I'm going to make sure she feels it."

"I can take out the trash anytime, but money isn't something you can make every day."

She couldn't delay her own payday, nor could she ruin everyone else's hard work.

As for those people...

Let them jump around for now. When the time came, she'd settle all accounts, old and new.

—

The sports car started up.

Hans was driving.

Charlotte and Anthony sat in the back, right next to the two little ones who had played themselves to sleep.

Charlotte rested her chin on one hand, gently biting her lip. She glanced at the man peeling an orange for her, her fingertip rhythmically tapping her cheek.