Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 501

“You’re full of it!” Yuna sobbed, kneeling and clutching Frederick’s leg, tears and snot mixing as she pleaded, “Freddie! You can’t just take her word for it! She’s Marguerite Lockwood’s daughter for heaven’s sake! You know how much Marguerite despises me! She’s just parroting her mother’s words! Freddie, why on earth would you believe a stranger over me? After all, I’ve given you twins!”

Yuna tried to play the children card again, but Frederick’s expression was unyielding and grim, his eyes filled with a chilling wrath that seemed to wish her straight to hell, never to find peace again.

“Children? Do you even remember that Hayes is your son?”

“Freddie, I…I…”

Their argument terrified little Teresa, who burrowed into Marguerite’s embrace, her cries tinged with fear, pitiful beyond words, “Mommy, protect me! I’m so scared!”

Marguerite grabbed Teresa into her arms, then moved towards Hayes’ hospital bed, her other hand brushing his cold, frighteningly clammy cheek.

Marguerite was wrapped in an unprecedented fear as she turned to Frederick in panic, “Hayes is so cold! What do we do?”

Frederick’s nerves snapped tight. He kicked Yuna aside and strode over, reaching out to check Hayes’ pulse.

Seeing that both of them were distracted, Yuna’s mind raced with thoughts of escape.

She knew she was in deep trouble and that escape was her only chance of survival. She had to take Manley and get out of Stonebridge City!

With that thought, she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the door.

But as soon as she flung it open, Chuck stood there with a host of doctors, blocking the exit.

Beside him stood the intern from yesterday who had given Hayes a blood transfusion! NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

What was she doing here?

Hadn’t she been fired by the hospital?

The next second, at Chuck’s command, the doctors swarmed to check on Hayes’ condition.

Chuck, seeing Yuna’s attempt to flee and unconcerned with her prior relationship with Mr. Winston, shoved her forcefully back into the

room.

“Mr. Winston, this intern here is responsible for Hayes’ blood draw!”

The intern was visibly shaken, trembling under Frederick’s intimidating presence. She really was down on her luck!

Just last night, she found out she had been inexplicably fired and had come to the hospital to finalize her termination paperwork. No sooner had she finished that she learned something had gone wrong with Hayes’ blood work.

And she wasn’t even the one who had done it today! Yet there she was, turned into an unfortunate scapegoat.

Now, Frederick looked at the intern with eyes as cold as the Arctic, grabbing her throat in a fierce grip, his anger causing veins to bulge on his forehead.

“Did you draw blood from my son?”

The sudden brute force left the intern gasping for air, her voice choked with indignation, “Mr. Winston… the blood draw yesterday… it was me… cough, cough—”

Yuna suddenly remembered the hospital chief’s promise to find a scapegoat should things go south.

This intern must be the fall guy!

Yuna forced out a few more tears, pointing at the intern she accused, “Freddie! It was her! She’s the one who said she could draw blood from Hayes! And she assured me there would be no issues! Hayes insisted on the transfusion for Manley. I couldn’t talk him out of it! Next thing I knew, she had taken Hayes to the OR for the draw! I couldn’t stop them! My poor Hayes! If I had known, I would have stopped them at all costs! Woe is me!”

Yuna cried dramatically, even throwing herself onto Hayes’ bed for effect.

But the intern kept shaking her head, desperate to explain, yet unable to speak against Frederick’s iron grip.

Marguerite, sensing the intern’s distress, gently put Teresa down and approached, touching Frederick’s arm, now as rigid as stone, “May I have a word with her?”