The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1702

When Andrew spoke, Charlotte’s hand froze for a moment and her lips twitched. Was he for real? It was just a bit worse than your average cold. Yet the way he carried on, you’d think Shirley was suffering from something tragic and incurable. She decided it was best to ignore his theatrics and kept working.

“Charlotte, please, you have to save her. I can’t… I can’t lose Shirley.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, completely at a loss for words. Andrew’s voice kept getting louder, practically echoing around the whole hospital room. Twirling the needle between her fingers, she finally looked up, her patience running thin. “If you don’t stop with the drama and let me work, you really might lose her.”

That shut Andrew up immediately. He clasped his hands and tried hard to keep calm.

Fifteen minutes ticked by. Charlotte finished the acupuncture, and Shirley’s face already looked better. The sharp spasms in her body faded as her fever started to drop.

“Charlotte, her temperature is coming down,” someone said.

Charlotte nodded, grabbed some paper and scribbled out a prescription. She handed it off to a doctor, urging, “Mix it just like I wrote down. Quick.”

The doctor moved with speed and showed up again in less than five minutes, holding the medicine and a glass of water.

“Give it here,” Charlotte said, reaching for the tray. She was about to help Shirley herself when Andrew’s voice cut in.

“Charlotte, let me do it.”

He took the medicine, settled on the bed, and gently lifted Shirley, letting her rest against his chest. With one hand under her chin, he whispered, “Shirley, open up for me.”

She was too woozy to respond and wouldn’t part her lips.

“You’ll feel better once you take this,” Andrew said, his tone soft and patient.

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