Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 512

Upon hearing it, Frederick’s brow furrowed deeply, the warmth that had been directed at Marguerite dissipating in

on Instant.

“He comes demanding people without even the courtesy of a heads-up?” His accusatory tone was laden with

reproach and a hint of detachment.

Marguerite stood up, swallowing the hurt from his questioning, her voice tinged with defiant resilience, neither

servile nor overbearing, “I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll handle my affairs and won’t make you intervene.”

With that, she turned on her heel with a stubborn tilt of her head and left the hospital room.

Frederick was left speechless.

Was she really getting feisty with him?

He’d just given her the chance to leave, and she wouldn’t. Now that Maurice had shown up, messing up his plans,

wasn’t he entitled to a little anger?

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Releasing his grip on Manley, he looked up sharply at Chuck and barked, “Follow her.”

Chuck, standing at the doorway, glanced at Marguerite’s retreating figure as she hurried downstairs, then back at

Frederick, “Mr. Winston, are you worried about her?”

Impatience flashed in Frederick’s eyes as he snapped, “Why waste words? Just go!”

“Mr. Winston was indeed worried about Marguerite! If he was worried, why not just admit it and go himself? Such a

tsundere!” Chuck mused with an amused smile and took off.

However, he had no intention of making his presence known alongside Marguerite.

After all, representing Mr. Winston, if Maurice caught sight of him, it could very well heighten his anger.

That would make Marguerite’s situation even more difficult.

Chuck planned to follow at a distance, ready to step in on Mr. Winston’s orders and shield Marguerite if a

confrontation ensued.

Meanwhile, Teresa blinked her eyes at Frederick and pointed outside, saying, “I’ll go check on her too, Daddy

Frederick. Don’t worry, I’ll convince my dad to let Mommy stay! You won’t be all alone in the hospital!”

Frederick just stared.

At the same time, at the entrance to the wards.

Marguerite pushed through the throng of bodyguards and strode towards Maurice.

She didn’t beat around the bush: “Hayes is in trouble, I need to stay at the hospital with him for the next few days.”

Maurice’s face was already a picture of displeasure, “Marguerite, Hayes Winston is Frederick and Yuna’s son. What

right do you have to be here?”

“I may have no right, but I’m worried about him. Is that not allowed?” Marguerite’s tone was earnest, her

inflections betraying a considerable hostility towards Frederick.

Maurice paused, taken aback. He suddenly realized that Marguerite was not herself today.

Why was she so concerned about Hayes? Could she have learned something? Yet from her words, it seemed she

was oblivious to

the truth.

Despite this, Maurice remained on high alert.

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He knew the bond between mother and child; Marguerite had a natural maternal instinct towards Hayes.

This instinct could drive her uncontrollably to protect him.

But now, Hayes was in the hospital. If he let Marguerite stay, and she went through with a DNA test with Hayes out

of sheer determination, all his efforts would evaporate into thin air.

He couldn’t take that risk!

Just then, Teresa broke through the wall of bodyguards and ran toward them.

Without hesitation, Maurice strode over to Teresa, scooping her into his arms and heading for the car.

“Let’s go home!”

Teresa shivered in shock. She had come down to persuade Maurice on behalf of her mom, only to be whisked away

by him. This was not part of the plan!

Little Mute hadn’t woken up yet, and she wanted to stay at the hospital with him!

Teresa immediately rebelled, flailing her arms and legs desperately shouting, “I won’t go home! Hayes is my friend.

I want to wait here till he wakes up!”

“Hospitals are full of germs. It’s just as good to wait at home.”

As Maurice was about to get into the car, Teresa had a eureka moment and quickly said, “Dad, you’re holding me

too tight, it hurts! You can’t force me. Even if we’re going home, can you put me down and talk about it properly?”

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