The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 291

An autopsy was nothing like doodling on paper. One wrong move and there could be real consequences.

Roger stood there, his face set in a hard line. He clearly didn’t trust the young professor. His voice was cold. “Asclepius, if you’re not up for this, I’ll take over.”

The dead deserved some respect.

Charlotte didn’t bother replying. She just focused on the victim’s abdomen, her expression all business.

“Asclepius…”

“Be quiet.” Charlotte’s tone dropped, sharp and commanding. Her eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Stick to your job and help.”

Help. The word stung. Roger had lowered himself to be her assistant, and now she talked to him like he was some kind of lackey.

His mood soured even more. He glared at her, determined to see if this so-called Asclepius was really as good as everyone said.

He watched as Charlotte made her first cut. She chose a tricky T-shaped incision, starting at one shoulder, sweeping across the chest, then making a clean slice down to the navel. Her movements were quick and sure.

Roger leaned in. The incision was perfect. Not a single organ was harmed. It was a demanding way to open the body, and even harder to stitch up afterwards. But there was one upside: the neck stayed untouched, so there’d be no obvious scars left behind.

Watching Charlotte work with such speed and confidence, Roger found himself quietly impressed. The doubt in his eyes faded. She really did have some serious skill. Honestly, he wouldn’t have tried that method unless he had no other choice.

“Container,” Charlotte said, still not looking at him. Her voice was steady and calm. “You take the left, I’ll handle the right.”

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