Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 492

Unfortunately, the lines at Atlas General Hospital were constantly tied up, leaving Maurice unable to get through.

But then it struck Maurice-Teresa was always close to Hayes, so she might know something.

Without wasting another moment, Maurice dialed Teresa’s number.

“Daddy, why are you calling me at this hour? Miss me much?” Teresa’s voice was as sweet and crisp as the chime of wind-bells, but Maurice was too preoccupied to savor it. He asked, veiling his concern with small talk, “How are you? Did you and Hayes go out for any adventure?”

“Nope, I stayed in. But Hayes, he went out and just got back.”

Maurice’s brow furrowed, his face tensing up, but he kept his tone light and teasing, “Oh? You two are practically inseparable. How come you let Hayes go solo? Girl, he didn’t sneak off to make new friends without you, did he?”

At that, Teresa’s possessiveness kicked in, prompting a quick rebuttal, “Absolutely not! I’m Hayes’ best friend ever! He just had a cold and went for a check-up, so he didn’t take me with him! Daddy, you’re such a tease, stirring up trouble!”

Nothing to worry about then. Maurice’s concern for Hayes wasn’t born out

chip to

they were hitched, he’d spill the beans to Marguerite. By then, even if she found out that both her children were Frederick’s by

no consequence.

refused to let go, she would have no escape

and couldn’t help but ask,

rucked up high by Teresa.

arm to dance around upon his return,

never kept secrets from Teresa, but he said nothing this time;

thought of his mother’s vicious expression sent

quickly, “No

at his arm bristling with pinpricks, her stubborn little face pressing, “Then why are there so many marks on your arm? I’ve been for check-ups, and the nurse only pricked me once! And look, those marks are bruised, like you’ve

explain, but struggled to articulate, quickly pulling out his phone to type, “My veins are super thin, so the nurse had to poke around a bunch of times to find the right spot. Don’t worry, Teresa,