Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 177

Frederick’s gaze snapped up his eyebrows furrowed in an instant

Marguerite had tumbled onto the staircase her wound facing downwards. The uneven edges of the steps scraped her injury, bursting many blisters, her flesh a bloody mess!

But she stubbomly propped herself up, hoping to stand on her own strength, but it was in vain

Each attempt ended with her falling again

After several rounds, he, wound had visibly worsened.

Damn it!

He cas less than thirty feet from her. If she just called out, he would hear her.

Was she so stubbom? Would it kill her to ask for help?

“Mr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguente’s leg will be ruined!”

“I won’t! I want to see if she’ll ask for help today!”

Frederick was exceptionally firm, determined to settle who would win or lose today.

Chuck was so anxious he could faint

Marguerite was stubbom, and Mr. Winston was ruthless.

The two of them together were a relentless match.

about who made

glanced at Marguerite, the steps now stained with blood, soaking into

with worry. He didn’t care if Mr. Winston’s mage would affect him, he gathered his courage

simple bum! The staircase is full of bacteria, if not treated promptly, it could

Frederick went silent.

this, it’s not just her leg that’s at risk, she could even miscarry! And she has pelvic inflammatory disease, if she miscamies, it could

become thin, Chuck and the driver felt the

unlike anything they had seen before, more than just angry, he emanated an aura of power and

constantly flickering, reflecting

that Frederick still hadn’t made a move, Chuck thought since he had already said

his teeth, stomped his fool,

“Damn it!”

backseat door was

like a

around Marguerite’s waist, he forcefully lifted her into

like the feeling of being pitied by Frederick, repulsing him

death wish? If you really want to die,

you? I didn’t ask for your help. Put me down, whether I

even Yuna’s grandmother is on your side, you must be

Chuck

time, Fredenck had camed Marguerite

on the cold hospital bed, the doctor and many nurses hurriedly treated Marquente’s wound. The chaos and panic indicated the seventy of her

by Marguente the whole time, so she turned her head away, refusing to

the doctor, “She always wants to act tough, give her a shot of

are not good for the fetus, we can only administer a small dose

her as much

only administered a quarter of the anaesthetic, but Marguente felt