The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2048

A second later.

The other baby joined in the chorus.

Anthony smiled, stepping over to the crib. Sure enough, his daughter's wails were much louder than her brother's.

'Shh, be good.'

Anthony gently patted the two babies. Fred quieted down immediately, but Ophelia's cries only grew louder, scaling upward in pitch in direct defiance to her father's voice.

Charlotte, who was trying to play her game, frowned, her head throbbing.

This little girl had quite the temper.

She was exactly like Anthony.

'Wait for Daddy.'

Anthony sanitized his hands first, stroked the obedient Fred's head, and then scooped up the screaming Ophelia. He placed her gently on a soft changing mat, expertly undoing her swaddle and replacing her diaper.

Sensing her father's familiar scent, Ophie slowly opened her eyes. Her large, round eyes locked onto him unblinkingly, but the tears kept flowing.

'Sweetheart...'

Anthony fastened her tiny onesie and offered a finger for her to grasp. He leaned over, his eyes overflowing with absolute adoration and tenderness, his voice as soft as velvet. 'Mommy is very tired. Let's not wake her, alright?'

Ophie's tiny mouth quivered, her cheeks flushed bright red from crying, and her volume only increased.

'Be good.'

Anthony chuckled helplessly, gently patting her back, practically pleading. 'No more crying, okay?'

With a face that looked exactly like Lottie's, he couldn't bring himself to utter a single harsh word.

All he could do was coax her.

Yet, the little princess was giving him zero respect.

Driven crazy by the noise, Charlotte took a deep breath, turning her glare toward the changing mat. 'Ophelia, you dare cry one more time, I dare you!'

The instant she heard her mother's sharp voice, Ophelia's crying abruptly stopped. She stared at her father with a quivering pout, waving her little fists in displeasure.

She had just been scolded by Mommy.

She felt incredibly wronged.

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