The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 4

Aaron nearly choked, glancing over at the girl. She was stunning, with that delicate, innocent-looking face, but her eyes were sharp and icy. There was something about her that made her seem powerful, like she could take over the whole room just by standing there.

Aaron felt a strange chill from her energy. He pressed his lips together and decided it was safer not to say anything else.-

They walked through the courtyard and turned down a hallway, finally stopping at a part of the house that looked freshly renovated, almost like it belonged in a magazine. They hadn’t even stepped inside when panicked shouts spilled out.

Charlotte peeked in through the doorway. An elderly woman with a head full of white hair lay on the hospital bed, her monitors beeping wildly as her blood pressure and heart rate dropped lower and lower. She looked like she was hanging by a thread. The doctors and nurses were rushing around, bumping into each other in their hurry.

“Charge the paddles. Get ready to defibrillate,” the lead doctor called out.

Charlotte’s eyes landed on Patricia, whose face had gone paper white. Charlotte let out a soft, almost mocking laugh and spoke up, her voice calm but clear. “Are you saving her or making things worse?”

Her words cut straight through the chaos. The entire medical team froze and turned to stare at her.

There she was, a slim, tall girl with striking features, looking way too young to be anywhere near a hospital emergency. Her eyes were cool and steady as she watched them.

A ripple of irritation went through the room.

Who does this girl think she is? Does she even know anything about medicine? How dare she question them in front of everyone?

A woman stepped forward, decked out in luxury brands, looking every bit the part of someone used to getting her way. “Who are you? What are you even talking about?”

Patricia had three children—two sons and a daughter. The woman who spoke was her second daughter-in-law, Dorothy. She was in her forties, but you wouldn’t know it from how well she took care of herself. Even now, her perfect makeup made her glare seem even sharper.

“She’s the miracle doctor Anthony brought in,” Aaron blurted, trying to explain.

Dorothy’s eyes narrowed as she looked Charlotte up and down, then let out a cold laugh. “Her? A miracle doctor? Are you kidding me? Are my eyes playing tricks on me or are yours?”

The oldest physician spoke up with total confidence. “Keep going. Get ready to defibrillate.”

He trusted his years of experience more than anything a random girl could say.

Charlotte couldn’t help but smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Quacks.”

The doctor bristled, his pride clearly bruised. “Dorothy, get her out of here. She’s interfering with Patricia’s treatment.”

No one in the room was willing to trust a stranger over their own judgment.

Dorothy’s patience snapped. She didn’t want to waste another second arguing. “Someone, get her out of here! Now!”