Chapter 510

Marguerite stared blankly at Frederick’s retreating figure, her lips unable to form a complete sentence no matter how hard she tried.

Her chest began to heave uncontrollably as waves of emotion crashed over her.

Head bowed, she couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Her sobs were restrained, but they still reached Frederick’s ears.

Perhaps, Marguerite truly loved him, but what did it matter?

In his world, it seemed that aside from hatred, he was utterly incapable of love. He couldn’t love any woman, including Marguerite.

By all means of propriety, he should be comforting her now, rubbing her back or offering a shoulder, followed by some noble platitudes about remaining friends if not lovers. Yet, his hands remained clenched into fists at his sides.

He wouldn’t even afford her that final courtesy. He feared misunderstanding, feared a point of no return.

the past couldn’t be reclaimed, then it was time to choose

a hospital bed’s gears broke

the noise and saw Chuck leading Manley in, with two bodyguards following, pushing the hospital bed Manley had previously occupied.

looked up and saw Hayes lying unconscious on the bed, immediately stumbling over in his oversized hospital gown, leaning over

wiped away her tears, noticing Manley’s gaze

Mute? Was he asleep

couldn’t wait and looked urgently at Frederick, asking,

when Chuck, oblivious to their conversation, began to

we’ve set up Manley’s bed next to Hayes. Also, we’ve located the doctor who drew blood from Hayes today. What would you like us to

Frederick, his gaze turning icy, “Let him face the consequences in Yuna’s stead.”

replied in hesitation, “Mr. Winston, do you mean to exile him to Africa, strip him

“Yes.”

bit slow to catch on, he understood the implications when Chuck mentioned a

Manley shook his head incredulously at Frederick, mumbling, “How could this happen?

had arranged for Hayes’ blood to be

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