Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 524

At the same time, Manley’s blood transfusion had been a success, and Hayes had been resting in the hospital. After a little over a week, the two boys were ready to be discharged.

They hadn’t brought much when they first checked in, but now, packing up to head home, they were swamped with bags. There were essentials for the three children, along with some household items Marguerite had bought on a whim. Thankfully, the VIP hospital suite was spacious enough. Besides Hayes and Manley’s room, there was also a small side room. Marguerite and Teresa had been bunking down in that side room, while Frederick had been roughing it on the couch in the main lounge.

Marguerite had considered swapping with Frederick several times, feeling guilty for always relegating him to the couch.

But every time she stepped out of the room, she’d find Frederick on the balcony, lost in a cloud of smoke, his gaze fixed on some distant point, shrouded in a cloak of melancholy. She couldn’t guess what was on his mind.

Not wanting to intrude on his solitude, she shelved the idea of swapping places.

Chuck and a few bodyguards stayed back to pack up, while Marguerite and Frederick, along with the three little ones, headed downstairs to go home.

Their Maybach was parked right outside the hospital entrance. However, as Marguerite was stepping down the stairs, a black SUV boldly parked itself right in front of their ride.

Janie got out of the back seat, smiling as she approached Marguerite, politely advising, “Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston is currently scouting wedding venues. He heard that Hayes and Manley were being discharged today and sent me to escort you over.”

the core. Did Maurice

he was, pulling

have to do with

Manley, walked past Marguerite

wedding too, after all. And haven’t you promised Mr. Winston that

momentarily froze. He turned to look at Marguerite, his eyes carrying an

his mood at that moment seemed far from

sneer disdainfully at Janie, “You don’t need to beat around the bush in front of me. But I am curious, are you so eager for me to join him so I can scout an early escape route for the

making way for Marguerite.

Ms. Lockwood. Please don’t make this hard for me. Just

difficulties were none

loading the children into the car and then coldly commanding the driver, “Let’s go!”

Marguerite, knowing he couldn’t disobey Frederick’s orders. He reluctantly started the engine,

didn’t wait for Janie to react. She yanked open the car door and

driver, seeing her settled, floored the accelerator and sped

seemingly reporting to Maurice on the phone. She wisely shut off her phone, then