Chapter 449

The words had barely left Marguerite’s lips before she found herself unable to meet

Frederick’s gaze.

It wasn’t like she had wanted to spill the beans. But the situation had been dire; she wasn’t able to remove the bullet herself, so she had no choice but to ask for Chuck’s help.

Yet, the anticipated scolding never came. Instead, she heard Frederick’s pain–filled voice interspersed with heavy breaths, “He’s fine.”

Good, when Chuck arrived, he would be able to take over the situation.

Relieved, Marguerite fetched a wet wipe to clean the blood from Hayes‘ face. But Hayes was still caught in the throes of fear, his eyes, wide and frightened.

Marguerite’s heart softened. She sat down on the couch, pulling the little boy into her lap, her voice gentle as she reassured him, “It’s okay. See how brave your daddy is? He didn’t even cry out in pain, did he? You must be brave too, like your daddy!”

Hayes shivered, his little nose turning red from crying, whimpering, “I’m scared… I’m scared…”

His childish voice was so soft, it’s breaking Marguerite’s heart.

Holding him close, she patted his back gently, just like comforting a baby, whispering, “Don’t be scared, Hayes, you’re the bravest…”

His gaze, however, was locked onto the pair

always reminded him

huddled together, they resembled a true mother and son, radiating warmth and

until Marguerite suddenly met his

it was the intensity of his gaze that caused Marguerite to flinch, a sudden

subconsciously asking,

the wheel, so how had they

retorted, “I drove! What, did you expect

“You drove back?”

Chapter 449

“Yeah.”

imagine how Frederick, in such a grave condition, had managed to drive

determination did

with newfound respect. But

brink of death, covered in

before had she been so

Chuck arrived, braving

instructions clear and concise,

security footage from the

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