Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 512

Upon hearing it, Frederick’s brow furrowed deeply, the warmth that had been directed at Marguerite dissipating in on Instant.

“He comes demanding people without even the courtesy of a heads-up?” His accusatory tone was laden with reproach and a hint of detachment.

Marguerite stood up, swallowing the hurt from his questioning, her voice tinged with defiant resilience, neither servile nor overbearing, “I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll handle my affairs and won’t make you intervene.”

With that, she turned on her heel with a stubborn tilt of her head and left the hospital room.

Frederick was left speechless.

Was she really getting feisty with him?

He’d just given her the chance to leave, and she wouldn’t. Now that Maurice had shown up, messing up his plans, wasn’t he entitled to a little anger?

Releasing his grip on Manley, he looked up sharply at Chuck and barked, “Follow her.”

Chuck, standing at the doorway, glanced at Marguerite’s retreating figure as she hurried downstairs, then back at Frederick, “Mr. Winston, are you worried about her?”

Impatience flashed in Frederick’s eyes as he snapped, “Why waste words? Just go!”

Marguerite! If he was worried, why not just admit it and go himself? Such a tsundere!” Chuck

no intention of making his presence known alongside Marguerite.

of him, it could very well

would make Marguerite’s situation

ready to step in on Mr. Winston’s orders and shield Marguerite if a

“I’ll go check on her too, Daddy Frederick. Don’t worry, I’ll convince my dad to let Mommy stay! You won’t be all alone in the

Frederick just stared.

the same time, at the entrance to

pushed through the throng of bodyguards and strode

trouble, I need to stay at the hospital with him for the

of displeasure, “Marguerite, Hayes Winston is Frederick and Yuna’s son. What right do you

but I’m worried about him. Is that not allowed?” Marguerite’s tone was earnest, her inflections betraying a considerable hostility

realized that Marguerite was not

she so concerned about Hayes? Could she have learned something? Yet from her words, it seemed she was oblivious to

remained

the bond between mother and child; Marguerite had

drive her