Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 476

The news hit Frederick like a thunderbolt, a man known for his decisiveness and swift action, he found himself at a

loss for words.

“But how could this be? Manley’s blood type doesn’t match mine or Yuna’s?”

His question left Yuna looking like she had seen a ghost. This was it, he found out. No matter what she said now,

there was no way to explain why Manley’s blood type didn’t match Frederick’s.

Terror gripped her as she sneakily glanced at Frederick, only to find him staring back with a look that was both

complex and intimidating. His gaze was fierce, like a predator ready to rip its prey apart.

“Freddie… I… I don’t know what’s going on…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing

for some way out of this disaster.

Just then, the nurse’s timely voice cut through the tension, offering Yuna a lifeline – “Mr. Winston, please stay calm.

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Due to your long history of smoking, your blood has a high level of carbon monoxide, making you ineligible for

blood transfusion. You were ruled out before we could even get to the matching process.”

Yuna felt her heart flutter with excitement. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She silently breathed a sigh

of relief. Her emotions had been on a roller coaster ride, leaving her clutching her chest to calm her racing heart.

Quickly regaining her composure, she turned to the nurse, “So, what’s the next step?”

“The patient needs to be admitted for treatment with medication for now. We’ll keep looking for a donor. If we can

perform the surgery before he turns four, there will be enough time.”

Before he turns four? That was a year away.

Yuna finally relaxed, but Frederick was still worried. A year could fly by in the blink of an eye. He remembered the

exhausting search for a compatible donor for Barnes, which had taken nearly a year. He hoped Manley would not

face the same fate.

Knowing there was no quick fix, Frederick arranged for Manley to be placed in a VIP room and made several calls to

his wide network, initiating a search for a donor. After ensuring everything was in place, he returned to Thunderbolt

Enterprises to deal with some work, leaving Yuna at the hospital.

She called her parents, Zoe and Ablett, to share the close call they’d had and the need for discretion moving

forward. She also briefed them on Manley’s condition.

The news of Frederick almost finding out and their beloved grandson’s hospitalization sent Zoe and Ablett rushing

to the hospital in a state of anxious urgency.

Arriving at the hospital, they found Manley already asleep. Standing silently by his bedside, they were overwhelmed

with emotion, nearly breaking down in tears.

“Our little Manley has never experienced hardship, always having the best of everything. How could he fall ill like

this?” Ablett lamented.

“It’s genetics! Barnes had the same condition!” Yuna replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

“Why doesn’t that jerk just die? He’s brought enough trouble to our family, and now he’s threatening my

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grandson!” Zoe fumed with rage, cursing under her breath.

Yuna, however, was too preoccupied with her own concerns to engage in conversation. The recent events had left

her on edge, fearing the day Frederick would uncover the truth.

Suddenly, a text from Hayes arrived:

[Mom, have you and dad finished with the tests? How serious is Manley’s condition? Grandma is asking if you’re

coming home for dinner tonight.]

Hayes meant well, but to Yuna, this was just another aggravation. That insufferable brat!

Like mother, like son. Marguerite had been a curse on their family, and now her offspring was threatening her

precious Manley!

Yuna didn’t reply, fuming with anger. Zoe, on the other hand, slapped her shoulder sharply, “Yuha! I am talking to

you! With Manley getting sick, how can you even think of texting? Who are you texting anyway?!”

“That little bastard Hayes!”

Hayes? Zoe turned the name over in her head, a scheming spark igniting, “Darling, remember how we’ve always

wanted to get rid of Hayes but never could? I might just have the perfect plan. Are you interested?”

“What is it?”

A cold glint appeared in Zoe’s eyes as she replied, “We’ll use that little bastard for Manley’s blood transfusion!”

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