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!

to the IV was

blood! Teresa turned pale with fright and rushed over to shake Hayes’ shoulder. “Little Mute! Little Mute, why are you

Hayes showed no sign of life!

to such grave situations, Teresa was at a loss. She couldn’t fathom

blood!

out of his arm, clamping her hand over the needle site

to the hospital quick! Hayes is donating blood, and he looks so pale and scary. Please hurry! We’re at the Atlas Private Hospital! Waaah, I’m so

on my way!” Frederick tossed aside his phone, swerved

Marguerite flying into Frederick’s lap, but the seatbelt jerked her back

next second, the Maybach roared off, with Marguerite watching the speedometer climb, feeling her heart pound in

more foreboding than storm clouds, a harbinger of an impending tempest.

wrong?” Marguerite clutched her

is in trouble,” replied

skyrocketed at the

specifics, the sudden surge of

be alright!

unconscious Hayes on the bed, tears

the needle site, but thankfully, the bleeding had

her palm was smeared with Hayes’ blood-sticky and pungently

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