The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1973

"I..."

Veronica's scalp prickled from the rebuke. Pale and trembling, she looked toward Roger for help.

"Are you deaf?" Roger didn't pause his work. His voice was colder than the air conditioning in the room, devoid of any mercy. "Get out!"

The rest of the team cast equally disgusted looks in Veronica's direction.

Thank God it was just a tray of tools. If she had dropped a crucial piece of evidence...

Every single one of them would have been ruined.

She was an honor student with barely any practical experience.

A total textbook idiot!

"..."

Faced with the collective disdain of the room, Veronica had no choice but to set down the tools and scurry out of the autopsy suite.

"Do you need to take a break?"

Seeing that Charlotte had been on her feet for hours while heavily pregnant, and knowing she had just been startled, Roger frowned in deep concern.

Mother and babies were precious cargo. He couldn't afford any risks.

"I'm fine." Charlotte glanced down at her now-quiet belly, the corner of her lips twitching upward. "Keep going," she ordered softly.

The surgical lights in the lab burned straight through the night.

It wasn't until the sky turned a hazy gray that the manual labor finally came to an end.

The next step was compiling the evidence and drafting the analytical report to send up the chain of command.

It was a massive undertaking of its own.

"Everyone scrub out, get some food, and rest for four hours," Charlotte instructed. She deftly worked a needle, closing the final sutures. "Meet back in the office at noon."

"Asclepius, we aren't tired." The team members exchanged hesitant looks before speaking up. "Maybe we should just push through. Organizing all this data is going to be a nightmare."

They had extracted so much material that their heads were spinning just looking at it.

Who had time to sleep?

"Listen to Asclepius," Roger cut in before Charlotte could respond. "With her here, nothing will go wrong."

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