Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 889

In that instant, Marguerite's heart felt like it was packed with a dozen little bunnies, thumping and leaping wildly inside her chest.

Did Maurice just fall out of bed?

His wounds hadn't even healed yet-this couldn't be happening.

"Where are you right now? How is he?" she demanded.

Laura's voice trembled so badly it was barely recognizable. "I'm standing outside the room-I don't dare go in. The doctor's stitching up Mr. Winston."

"Don't panic. I'll be there right away."

Marguerite ended the call and turned to Chuck. "Take me to the hospital, now."

Hayes immediately clung to Marguerite's hand, his little fingers tightening with worry. "Mommy, are you going to see that awful Uncle Maurice again? Aren't you afraid Aunt and Uncle will be mad?"

Marguerite squeezed his hand gently. "Something urgent came up. I'll be back before you know it."

She hopped into the front passenger seat, and Chuck sped off, tearing down the street. They reached the hospital in record time.

Chuck stayed in the car while Marguerite hurried upstairs. By the time she reached Maurice's room, Laura was nowhere to be seen.

"I told you not to come back! Don't you understand plain English?"

he heard the door, sharp and angry even though he

"You fired Laura?"

did Maurice open his eyes,

up to my

in town isn't good enough for you, then nobody is. Should I

on hers, unwavering. "I think you'd do just

even when you're hurt? You never had me running

a laugh. "I'd never ask you to wait on me. I'd rather put up with the pain

If only he'd saved those lines for Daphne; things wouldn't

send Janie over

doesn't have

before I came. She's on her

the smile faltering on his lips, leaving behind a

you

I'm

have any time. I'm swamped

Hayes has

Kents

days. I'd need to split myself in two to get it all

explanation seemed to offer Maurice a sliver of

"Once

can help out