The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 419

Fortunately, she was in Cabinda today. If she hadn’t been, things could have gone very, very wrong.

“Don’t worry, Charlotte. We’ll be more careful from now on. We’ll make sure Stella is okay,” the caregiver promised, her voice sincere.

Charlotte just nodded, barely speaking as she turned to look at Stella lying in bed. Her eyes softened, but there was a quiet determination in them. She wouldn’t let anything happen to Stella.

She stayed by Stella’s side in the hospital for a long while. When it was finally time to leave, Charlotte opened her backpack, pulled out an English dictionary, and handed it to the caregiver. “Give this to Stella when she wakes up.” The moment Stella saw the dictionary, she’d understand what Charlotte wanted to say.

With everything handled, Charlotte got on her motorcycle and headed out. She was exhausted, both in body and mind. If she timed it right, she’d get back just as classes were ending. That way, she could slip in without drawing any attention.

But she hadn’t expected to run into a car accident on her way back.

From the looks of it, a black sedan had been speeding and crashed right into the back of a white Bentley that had been driving normally. It was a highway, so both cars had been moving fast. The collision was brutal.

Charlotte slowed down and looked around, trying to figure out if anyone needed help. Just then, a tall man climbed out from the passenger side of the battered Bentley, carrying a woman in a flowing white dress.

“Is there a doctor? Please, is anyone here a doctor?”

The woman clung to him, her forehead split open and blood streaked across her cheek. She was shaking, barely holding it together.

“The ambulance is on its way,” someone warned. “Don’t do anything rash.”

“Yeah, you’re not supposed to move people after a crash.”

Charlotte ignored them. She parked her motorcycle and walked calmly over to the driver of the black sedan. After a quick check, she knew what she was dealing with. There was bleeding inside his skull, but the real danger was the deep gash in his head. It was at least four inches long. If she didn’t stop the bleeding, he wouldn’t make it.

“Honey,” the woman in white whispered, eyes wide, “she actually looks like she knows what she’s doing. The way she moves… it’s so confident.”

“She can’t be more than seventeen,” the woman murmured, still in shock.