Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.

reclaimed, then it was

a hospital

with two bodyguards following, pushing the hospital bed

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

away her tears, noticing Manley’s

wrong with Little Mute? Was he asleep

wait and looked urgently at Frederick, asking, “Daddy, what’s… what’s wrong with Hayes?”

to respond to Manley when Chuck, oblivious to their conversation, began to report:

doctor who drew blood from Hayes today. What

settled around Frederick, his gaze turning icy, “Let him face the

in hesitation, “Mr. Winston, do you mean to exile him to Africa, strip him of his citizenship, and leave him to

“Yes.”

brightest, and a bit slow to catch on, he understood the implications when Chuck mentioned a doctor drawing blood from Hayes. Could it be

mumbling, “How could this happen? Mommy promised me, she said

had arranged for Hayes’ blood to be