Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 522

As Frederick glanced at his watch. The scene in front of him was so heartwarming that he did not want to interrupt.

But if he let the kids continue their tearful display, it wouldn’t just delay the surgery, the real issue was his growing anxiety to get the maternity test results from downstairs.

His bright eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke up to break the silence, “Alright, the surgery isn’t as serious as you think. Let Manley go in, and try to stay calm.”

The three little ones let go of each other, Hayes and Teresa still sobbing, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Manley obediently nodded, turning his head back every few steps as he followed the doctors and nurses into the operating room. Frederick was about to leave when he paused, overhearing Marguerite’s soft murmur, “Poor Hayes, he really tugs at my heartstrings.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Frederick halted, his gaze fixed intently on Marguerite, puzzled.

Marguerite met Frederick’s eyes, sniffled, and gently explained, “I read an article once that said the bond between twins is the deepest in the world. But Hayes has received love and attention far too late. His life shouldn’t have been like this. Thankfully, there’s still time, and I’m sure from now on, he’ll be happy…

Frederick’s eyes didn’t waver as he stared into Marguerite’s, his look meaningful.

“You seem to have a special interest in my son, huh?”

Realizing she might have overstepped, Marguerite managed a weak smile, her tone carrying an almost imperceptible apology. “I’m sorry.”

He gave her a long look, then quickly said, “I’ll be right back,” before hurrying away.

Stepping into the elevator, Frederick glanced at his watch again and raised his eyes, his restless gaze mirroring the unease in his heart.

Turning to Chuck, he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Did you ask about the results when the doctor called you?”

Chuck shook his head blankly, his anxiety matching Frederick’s. “Mr. Winston, I didn’t feel it was my place to ask ahead of time. I thought that you should be the first to know.”

Chuck, attuned to the urgency in his boss’ eyes and knowing the deep hopes harbored in his heart, quickly added, “Mr. Winston, to be honest, I think Hayes is Marguerite’s son. Whenever she’s around Hayes, there’s this maternal glow about her. Maybe that’s the so-called mother-child connection…”

Chuck waited cautiously for Frederick’s reaction.

Unfortunately, Frederick’s response was ambiguous, leaving Chuck unable to decipher his thoughts.

Soon, they arrived at the lab.

A young nurse, masked and waiting, hurriedly handed the sealed test results to Frederick with both hands, respectfully saying, “Mr. Winston, here are your test results.”

Suddenly, Frederick hesitated, staring at the envelope as if in a trance, motionless.

Seeing this, Chuck took a deep breath, stepped forward to take the report, and glanced at Frederick nervously.

“Mr. Winston, shall I check it for you first?”

Without saying a word, as if braced for the outcome, Frederick snatched the report from Chuck’s hands and opened it immediately.

The report was thick, filled with graphs and data dancing across the pages, but Frederick impatiently flipped to the last page. One sentence stood out starkly.

“The maternity test results indicate a non-parentage relationship.