Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 113

Marguerite suddenly lost her balance, stumbling back a few steps and collapsing onto a bench in the hallway. She was momentarily stunned.

“Am… am I pregnant?”

Her fingers went ice–cold, her body stiff.

How could she be pregnant?

Her mind involuntarily flashed back to that wild night a month ago at the Regal Haven Hotel…

She didn’t even know who the guy was, how could she have his kid?

No, she can’t!

She couldn’t accept a child whose father she didn’t even know.

Marguerite lifted her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I want an abortion, right now.”

sighed gently, handing Marguerite another

severe pelvic inflammatory disease. You

sent a chill down Marguerite’s spine. A sudden sense of impending doom pulled her

uncontrollably down her face. She asked, “What would happen if

might end up infertile or even worse, it could be life–threatening.” Steven

Marguerite like a ton of

heart sinking, she leaned listlessly against the cold

what Marguerite was going through,

complete mess, how could she possibly

are you crying? Want some candy?” A

to see a little girl,

candy to Marguerite,

was too upset to

girl then turned to Steven, tugging at his clothes. “Mister, what’s wrong with her? Why

be okay soon. What are you doing here alone?

girl’s eyes grew wide, she shook her head. “Mister, I don’t have a dad. My

have a dad?” Marguerite was starting

her face. “I’ve never had a dad. My mom and dad broke up when she was pregnant. My mom takes care of me