Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 498

Meanwhile, at the hospital’s eighth-floor lobby, Teresa was hunkered down behind a massive stand-up advertisement when she saw a tall man emerge from a room at the end of the corridor.

She blinked in surprise..

Why hadn’t Hayes come out with him? And this floor seemed unusually quiet, not at all like the bustling activity of patients coming and going for check-ups or reports.

What was going on?

As soon as the man disappeared into the elevator bay, Teresa dashed toward the end of the corridor.

Peeking into the room on tiptoe, she saw a medical screen in the middle of the room, blocking her view.

Could Hayes be behind it?

Tentatively, she tried the door handle and to her relief, found the room unlocked.

With guts bolstered by concern, she stepped inside and was shocked to discover a hospital bed behind the screen!

And there, Hayes lay on it, his complexion deathly pale as an IV dripped into his arm. But why was the fluid in the IV tube red?

Looking up, Teresa realized the bag was hanging upside down!

was swelling, growing larger by

turned pale with fright and rushed over to shake Hayes’ shoulder. “Little Mute!

silence greeted her. Hayes showed no sign of life!

situations, Teresa was at a loss. She couldn’t fathom why Hayes would be donating

blood!

she yanked the IV out of his arm, clamping her hand over the needle site while her other hand fumbled to

blood, and he looks so pale and

phone, swerved sharply, and sped toward

nearly sent Marguerite flying into Frederick’s lap, but the seatbelt jerked her back into place.

Marguerite watching the speedometer

saw his expression was more foreboding than storm clouds, a harbinger of an impending tempest.

wrong?” Marguerite clutched

in trouble,”

heart rate skyrocketed at the

didn’t know the specifics, the sudden surge

be alright!

hanging up, Teresa stared at the unconscious Hayes on the bed,

covered the needle site, but thankfully, the

was smeared with Hayes’ blood-sticky and pungently metallic.

uncontrollably, gasping out, “Little Mute, what’s happened to you? Please don’t scare me. Can you hear me? Please open your eyes