Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 398

“Damn it,” Frederick muttered, dialing the number for The Atlas Private Hospital and setting the call to speakerphone. After two rings, the call was promptly answered.

“Hello, Hematology Department at The Atlas Private Hospital.”

Frederick wordlessly held out the phone towards Marguerite, who quickly took over the conversation, “Hello, Doctor. This is Marguerite. I had my DNA analyzed at your hospital and received a notification that a child’s test results match mine. Is the child still at the hospital?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before the doctor began to stammer, “Ah, Ms. Lockwood… there seems to have been a mistake.”

Marguerite’s head reeled as if struck by lightning. She glanced at Frederick, whose icy gaze made her feel as though she had been plunged into the Arctic.

Ignoring the chill emanating from Frederick, she pressed on, “How could there have been a mistake? You called Maurice, and he informed me.”

The doctor apologized profusely. “Ms. Lockwood, we’re truly sorry. There was indeed a mix-up, but later we sent a text message to clarify.”

was a message from the hospital. In her anxiety, she hadn’t noticed it

happened? She was certain that a child’s blood type had matched hers, even if the match wasn’t perfect.

voice this, Frederick abruptly

I wasn’t

sear through her, making her feel

say, you can’t change the fact that

was at a loss, her eyes welling up with tears, “What do I need to do for you to believe me? As soon as Maurice informed me, I tried to leave, but the door was locked! I was in such a hurry that I tried

sneered. ‘You expect me to believe

or not, I couldn’t care less! But right now, I need to get to the hospital. My child is what matters most to me! I

cheeks as she insisted, her stare defiant and resilient. She refused to be looked down

her tears, and

go to the hospital. I’ll

to leave. She shot Frederick a resentful look

He thought of Marguerite’s tear-streaked face, and his anger had nowhere to go. He directed it at Robert instead, “Do you always let my enemies off