The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 93

Anthony just smiled and didn’t bother explaining. He slipped his hand into Charlotte’s and led her toward the main hall. With the two of them and the dog, the moment felt especially warm and peaceful.

On the way to Vanguard High School, Charlotte sat next to Anthony, completely at ease as she scrolled through her phone. Someone had secretly recorded what happened at the school gate yesterday and posted it on the school forum. By morning, the comments section had exploded, and every nasty word seemed aimed right at her.

First comment: I thought she only disrespected teachers, but apparently she doesn’t care about her own father or sister either.

Next: Her attitude is so awful, even her own dad can’t stand her.

Another: Look at Olivia, begging her to come home, and Charlotte just stands there, acting all high and mighty. So irritating.

Yet another: Olivia’s honestly so pitiful. Just because she’s a stepdaughter, Charlotte bullies her even when she tries her best.

The comments kept coming.

Post 128: Charlotte, get out of Vanguard High!

Post 129: Seriously, just leave already! Even the air here is better without her.

Charlotte read everything with a calm face, not a single emotion flickering across her delicate features.

Anthony glanced over and caught a glimpse of the comments on her screen. His eyes darkened. Was Lottie getting bullied at school?

“What happened?” he asked, twirling a piece of her silky hair around his finger, his voice lower than usual. “If something’s wrong, you can tell me. I’ll take care of it.”

“Hmm?” Charlotte looked up at him, then shut off her phone with a soft, careless smile. “It’s nothing. I’ll handle it myself.”

Anthony met her clear, deep eyes, noticing how pure and steady they were, almost hiding something sharp beneath the surface. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t push. He knew Charlotte wasn’t as gentle as she seemed. She was tough and not someone anyone could easily push around.

After they were alone, Kenneth looked up and spoke quietly. “Cabinda’s huge. Finding one person’s going to take time.”

Arthur’s frustration boiled over. “And whose fault is that? If you’d stopped her right then and brought her back to the Gates family, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Kenneth winced at the outburst and turned away. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. He just couldn’t catch up.

Arthur sighed and paced, his eyes glued to Charlotte’s photo. “Your grandfather’s health isn’t great. Don’t let him know anything until we’re sure. Your eldest brother is in the military, your second brother’s still at school... No need to worry them either.”

“Got it,” Kenneth replied, sounding casual.

He thought back to the night he saw Charlotte. The way she carried herself, so fearless and confident, made him grin. No doubt about it—she had the Gates family blood in her.