Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 177

Frederick’s gaze snapped up his eyebrows furrowed in an instant

Marguerite had tumbled onto the staircase her wound facing downwards. The uneven edges of the steps scraped her injury, bursting many blisters, her flesh a bloody mess!

But she stubbomly propped herself up, hoping to stand on her own strength, but it was in vain

Each attempt ended with her falling again

After several rounds, he, wound had visibly worsened.

Damn it!

He cas less than thirty feet from her. If she just called out, he would hear her.

Was she so stubbom? Would it kill her to ask for help?

“Mr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguente’s leg will be ruined!”

“I won’t! I want to see if she’ll ask for help today!”

Frederick was exceptionally firm, determined to settle who would win or lose today.

Chuck was so anxious he could faint

Marguerite was stubbom, and Mr. Winston was ruthless.

The two of them together were a relentless match.

But love wasn’t a game, it wasn’t about who made the first move and lost!

Chuck glanced at Marguerite, the steps now stained with blood, soaking into the wood.

His face twisted with worry. He didn’t care if Mr. Winston’s mage would affect him, he gathered his courage to advise

“Mr Winston, Marguerite’s condition is no longer a simple bum! The staircase is full of bacteria, if not treated promptly, it could get infected“”

Frederick went silent.

“Mr. Winston! Marguente is pregnant! If she keeps falling like this, it’s not just her leg that’s at risk, she could even miscarry! And she has pelvic inflammatory disease, if she miscamies, it could be life– threatening!”

The air seemed to become thin, Chuck and the driver felt the atmosphere suffocatingly oppressive.

Mr. Winston looked unlike anything they had seen before, more than just angry, he emanated an aura of power and control

Yet his eyes were constantly flickering, reflecting his inner turmoil.

Time ticked away, and seeing that Frederick still hadn’t made a move, Chuck thought since he had already said so much, he might as well go all out!

He gritted his teeth, stomped his fool, and reached for the door handle

“Damn it!”

With a curse, the backseat door was Пung open.

Frederick’s long legs hit the ground, like a proud cheetah, he strode towards Marguerite

Bending down, his strong arm wrapped around Marguerite’s waist, he forcefully lifted her into his arms.

“Put me down.” Marguente didn’t like the feeling of being pitied by Frederick, repulsing him entirely

“Who are you trying to impress with this death wish? If you really want to die, find a secluded place, don’t involve others.”

“Did I involve you? I didn’t ask for your help. Put me down, whether I live or die is none of your business.”

“You played your cards well, everyone is speaking up for you. Robert, Chuck, even Yuna’s grandmother is on your side, you must be quite pleased, aren’t you?”

So, it was Chuck who had sent Frederick

In no time, Fredenck had camed Marguerite to the emergency room.

She laid on the cold hospital bed, the doctor and many nurses hurriedly treated Marquente’s wound. The chaos and panic indicated the seventy of her injury.

Frederick stood by Marguente the whole time, so she turned her head away, refusing to look at him

Then she heard him tell the doctor, “She always wants to act tough, give her a shot of anaesthetic.”

*Anaesthetics are not good for the fetus, we can only administer a small dose She will still feel pain during the wound cleaning”

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They only administered a quarter of the anaesthetic, but Marguente felt it was completely unnecessary

Because her head was spinning, her sense of pain was exceptionally heightened

She didn’t expect the wound cleaning to be so painful, even she couldn’t help but cry out.

“Ah–it hurts! It hurts so much-

The pain was like someone pouring gasoline on her leg, then mercilessly setting it on fire.

The tearing and burning sensation attacked her at once, making it unbearable for Marguerite.

She clenched her fists tightly, her teeth grinding against each other. Her limbs struggled uncontrollably, scaring the doctors cleaning her wound

“Don’t let her mavel it will cause secondary damage

Thor more don’t move it will be over moon

in the midst of the chaos, something was thrust into Marguerite’s mouth. It was soft and firm at the same time.

Her mind was a blur, she hit down on it frantically, but the pain didn’t subside at all

The doctor methodically cleaned the wound, a bottle of alcohol was poured onto it, Marguerite screamed and fainted from the pain.