The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 872

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Summary for Chapter 872: The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns

Summary of Chapter 872 – A turning point in The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns by Carmen Henley

Chapter 872 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns, written by Carmen Henley. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

An odd feeling washed over her, impossible to put into words.

Nora, still deep in sleep, somehow managed to flutter her eyelids. She didn’t wake up, but the movement felt miraculous.

Charlotte took a steady breath, then gently wrapped her hand around Nora’s delicate fingers, lifting them from the tangled blanket and placing them softly on the mattress. She pressed her fingers to Nora’s wrist, checking her pulse while watching every subtle change on her face.

Nora looked ghostly pale, her skin almost translucent. The pulse Charlotte felt beneath her fingertips was even weaker than she’d feared. Every sign, inside and out, pointed to one thing: Nora was critically ill.

Charlotte was almost certain that Nora had only survived this long because of a full-body organ transplant. Franco wouldn’t have been searching for every famous doctor he could find if she wasn’t at death’s door. Yet even with new organs, Nora’s body hadn’t recovered. Years of heavy medication had left her resistant to nearly everything. Now, her condition was sliding downhill at a steady pace.

If they didn’t find something that worked soon, Nora’s organs would fail, one after another, and she’d be gone in less than two weeks. No doctor, no miracle, nothing could save her then.

Franco stood off to the side, silent, watching Charlotte check on Nora as if he didn’t dare hope for anything.

As Charlotte reached into her backpack for a small box of golden acupuncture needles, Franco’s patience snapped. He shot forward and grabbed her wrist, his eyes cold and sharp. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Charlotte wasn’t rattled at all. She met his gaze, steady and calm. “Her organs are starting to shut down,” she said quietly. “She can’t have another transplant.”

Franco went quiet. He knew she was right. Nora’s body simply couldn’t take another surgery. If they tried, she probably wouldn’t even make it off the table.

“I’ll save her,” Charlotte said. Her voice caught a little, her eyes stinging, but she stared at Franco without flinching, making sure he heard every word.