Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 398

“Damn it,” Frederick muttered, dialing the number for The Atlas Private Hospital and setting the call to speakerphone. After two rings, the call was promptly answered.

“Hello, Hematology Department at The Atlas Private Hospital.”

Frederick wordlessly held out the phone towards Marguerite, who quickly took over the conversation, “Hello, Doctor. This is Marguerite. I had my DNA analyzed at your hospital and received a notification that a child’s test results match mine. Is the child still at the hospital?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before the doctor began to stammer, “Ah, Ms. Lockwood… there seems to have been a mistake.”

Marguerite’s head reeled as if struck by lightning. She glanced at Frederick, whose icy gaze made her feel as though she had been plunged into the Arctic.

Ignoring the chill emanating from Frederick, she pressed on, “How could there have been a mistake? You called Maurice, and he informed me.”

The doctor apologized profusely. “Ms. Lockwood, we’re truly sorry. There was indeed a mix-up, but later we sent a text message to clarify.”

Marguerite immediately checked her phone and sure enough, there was a message from the hospital. In her anxiety, she hadn’t noticed

this mistake have happened? She was certain that a child’s blood type had matched hers, even if the match wasn’t perfect. Despite

to voice this, Frederick abruptly ended the call.

I wasn’t done speaking!”

seemed to sear through her, making her feel small and insignificant.

you can’t change the fact that you

her eyes welling up with tears, “What do I need to do for you to believe me? As soon as Maurice informed me, I tried to leave, but the door was locked! I was in such a hurry that I

‘You expect me to believe that?”

couldn’t care less! But right now, I need to get to the hospital. My child is what matters most to me! I need to understand what

insisted, her stare defiant and resilient. She

at her tears, and even Robert

hospital. I’ll explain everything

signaled Marguerite to leave. She shot Frederick a resentful look before rushing into the elevator.