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.

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

of a hospital bed’s gears broke the silence.

the noise and saw Chuck leading Manley in, with two

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

away her tears, noticing Manley’s gaze on Hayes-lost and

Mute? Was he asleep or in a coma? He seemed

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

respond to Manley when Chuck, oblivious to

we’ve set up Manley’s bed next to Hayes. Also, we’ve located the doctor who

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

“Yes.”

Chuck mentioned a doctor drawing blood from Hayes. Could it be that Little Mute had drained his own

mumbling, “How could this happen? Mommy promised me, she said she wouldn’t draw blood

furrowed. What was this? Yuna had arranged for Hayes’