Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 897

By the time Silas stepped out of the emergency room, it was already two in the morning. The doctor stopped her in the hallway and asked,

"Did Mr. Ward show any warning signs before he fainted?"

Marguerite paused, trying to recall. "No, there was nothing unusual. We were just talking when he suddenly complained of a headache. And then-just like that-he collapsed."

The doctor frowned. "That's odd. I just ran a CT scan on his brain-everything looks perfectly normal. There's no trace of any extra painkiller in his system either, so the dosage must've been reduced. There's really no reason he should've passed out."

Marguerite pressed, confused. "So, medically speaking, you're saying he isn't sick at all?"

The doctor hesitated, clearly uneasy. "For now, that's what it looks like. But don't rush to check out. I'd like to keep him under observation for the night, just to be sure."

Marguerite nodded, worry etched in her face, and made her way back to the hospital room.

Inside, Hayes and Margot were fussing around Silas-Hayes dabbing his father's forehead with a damp cloth, Margot kneading his shoulders, both moving around with anxious energy. Margot was a bundle of nerves, while Hayes managed to look calm and collected.

He had a feeling he knew what was going on. His dad must've fainted because that experimental device had glitched again. But something about it didn't sit right with Hayes. Silas and Marguerite had spent the whole day together without a problem-why would he suddenly collapse at night? What exactly had happened? Just then, Silas stirred and opened his eyes. Marguerite stepped forward, about to say something, when the door swung open.

room. For a moment, she and Marguerite locked eyes, both startled by the sudden

called Violet, so how did she know to come? Maybe Margot or the doctor had

her daze, Violet hurried to Silas's side, her concern and trembling voice tugging at everyone's heartstrings as she wrapped

did you faint again? Are you feeling

on his mind. Then, almost absently, he draped his arm around

fine. See? I'm awake

magnetic voice sent a pang through Marguerite's chest. Watching

Violet-a tenderness he'd once reserved for her-felt

realize how awkward and out of place her emotions had

boy out into the corridor, settling down on a bench. Moments later, Margot joined them, sitting on

smile on her lips. "Why aren't you staying with

She didn't answer the

gotten

or had a wedding hardly seemed to matter-Violet herself had once said

not sure how to respond, and settled

"Oh? Is that so?"