The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 71

That guy was seriously scary. I was not about to mess with him.

“If you want your son to survive, keep your hands off me,” Charlotte said.

The chaos around them faded into silence. Charlotte turned to face the boy’s mother, her voice steady, cool, almost cold. “So, do you want him to live or not? Make a choice.”

“I... of course I do,” the woman choked out, nodding desperately, tears streaming down her face. Her son was only ten. Of course she wanted him to be okay.

“Then do exactly as I say. Got it?”

The woman stared at Charlotte through her tears. It was obvious Charlotte was just a high school girl. She probably hadn’t even read a medical textbook. But there was something about her, a quiet authority that made the woman nod before she even realized it.

“Wipe your face,” Charlotte said.

The woman quickly scrubbed at her cheeks.

“Hold his face still. Don’t touch his head.”

The woman did as she was told.

Charlotte glanced at the boy, then looked around for Anthony. He was right behind her, watching her with a focused intensity.

Before she could say anything, Anthony crouched down beside her. His eyes never left her face. “What do you need me to do?”

Charlotte pulled herself together and lowered her gaze. “This is going to hurt. Don’t let his legs move.”

“Okay.” Anthony gripped the boy’s legs, holding them steady.

He was twenty-eight, but this was the first time he’d ever done anything like this.

Charlotte took a breath to calm herself. When she lifted her eyes again, she was all business.

She picked up a thin golden needle in one hand and searched for the right spot with the other.

The first needle went in at his temple, a spot that could help stop the bleeding from his scalp.

The boy twitched and groaned in pain, finally coming to. He started to struggle.

Wait. Wasn’t that Anthony Blair, CEO of The Blair Group?

Thinking he must be seeing things, the man wiped his eyes for a better look. There was no mistaking it. He had seen Anthony before at a gala and would never forget that face.

As Charlotte placed the third needle, the boy stopped moaning.

The mother gasped, her voice trembling with relief. “The bleeding... it stopped. It really stopped!”

The father snapped out of his panic and checked for himself. The bleeding was gone. He looked up, pale and shaken, just in time to see Anthony gently draping his own jacket over Charlotte’s shoulders, leaning in to speak softly to her.

Every move, every word, every look screamed how much he cared about her.

The father’s heart pounded in his chest. Who was this girl to Anthony Blair? He’d nearly attacked her just now. Would Anthony hold it against him?

He was still trying to figure out how to apologize when the ambulance finally arrived.

A paramedic knelt down to check the boy, then looked up in shock. “Who stopped the bleeding?”