Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 517

Chuck was on the phone when Frederick beckoned him out of the hospital room. He quickly hung up and reported with due respect, “Mr. Winston, the adult willing to donate blood for Manley has been contacted. We should be able to proceed with the surgery tomorrow. As for the blood drawn from Hayes, it’s been transfused back into him. He should recover in a few days.” Frederick nodded slightly, a trace of frost and dominance in his deep gaze. “How’s the investigation going on Yuna’s pregnancy at the island retreat three years ago?”

Chuck’s face immediately creased with worry. He nervously rubbed his fingers, his facial features twisting with tension.

“Mr. Winston, I’m digging for leads, but so far… not much to go on. I’ve talked to the staff from back then, and they say Ms. Yuna hardly left her room on the island, keeping to herself. No one knew what she was up to.

Except for meal times, she was hardly seen around. She claimed to be resting in her room, but no one knew what she was actually doing during that time.

Frederick’s dark eyes sharpened, his brows furrowed with frustration as he strode to the end of the hallway, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag.

The ember glowed intermittently, casting his striking features in a harsher light, especially his chiseled jawline, sharp as a blade’s edge, surrounding him with an aura of icy menace.

I find Ms. Yuna’s actions baffling. If it was simply about using Hayes’ wellbeing to save Manley, I could somewhat understand. There are countless stories where parents have another child to save their first from illnesses like leukemia when they can’t find a matching donor. What I can’t fathom is why she persisted in her ways when there was already a compatible adult blood donor for Manley.”

with a hint of gravel and his gaze narrowing more hawkish. “You don’t understand, neither do I. What

boss, and the thought of the young master’s suffering over

been badmouthing not only Marguerite but Hayes as well. She subtly poisoned Manley against Hayes, painting him as a child

this, Frederick felt an

he could have drawn himself, weren’t they?

as if something clouded his vision, preventing him from seeing

could inflict

could he fathom her