The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1880

"Mhm." Charlotte gave the phone a dismissive glance before turning her full attention back to Queenie, patiently explaining the complex theory. "The initial data naturally leads to the subsequent conclusion..."

Since they were sharing the same laptop and constantly scrolling through pages, the two women were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, their heads close together. Anthony was left hanging on the sidelines, stewing in a pool of bitter resentment, feeling entirely neglected.

"I completely understand now." Queenie nodded in delight, her excitement palpable. "So, if we change this variable to a five..."

"The methodology remains the same," Charlotte replied seamlessly. They bounced ideas back and forth, the atmosphere between them incredibly harmonious.

Anthony's expression darkened into a scowl. His wife had spoken more words to this random girl in the last five minutes than she had spoken to him all week. He let out a quiet scoff. Anthony sat on the couch with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, one long leg bouncing in sheer impatience.

Dressed in sleek black loungewear, the cold ambient lighting only accentuated the brooding gloom radiating from his strikingly handsome face. Yet, his wife hadn't noticed his misery in the slightest. Or perhaps she had noticed and simply chose to ignore it. Did she just stop caring once she had him locked down? Heartless woman.

"Charlotte, Anthony, dinner is served," Helen's voice echoed from the dining room.

"Time to eat." Anthony finally found an excuse to break up their little study session. He seized Charlotte's hand and pulled her toward the dining table.

"Helen, please set an extra place," Charlotte instructed as she took her seat, lifting her gaze to Queenie. "You can't take the antidote on an empty stomach."

"Oh, no, that's really unnecessary, Asclepius," Queenie said, waving her hands frantically. "I'll grab something when I head back."

Who did she think she was to sit at the same dinner table as Asclepius and Anthony? Not to mention, Anthony looked absolutely furious. He was glaring at her as if he wanted to bury her in the backyard.

"Your condition is going to trigger again in exactly five minutes," Charlotte stated, tapping the empty chair next to her with a tone that brooked no argument. "Sit down."

"Yes, ma'am."

Terrified of disobeying her idol, Queenie immediately scurried over and sat quietly at the table. The full course hadn't been served yet.

Charlotte propped her chin on her hands, scanning the spread of dishes, seemingly trying to figure out what her appetite could handle. Eventually, her eyes settled on a very light, clear soup. Anthony noticed her preference immediately. He rolled up his sleeves, fully prepared to serve her a bowl.

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