Chapter 136

Marguerite stepped out of the villa with nothing but the clothes on her back. She spent her last hundred bucks on the cab ride back. Luckily, Miley had just returned home, offering her a temporary place to crash.

Miley had just stepped out of the bath, with her hair wrapped in a white towel. When she opened the door to find Marguerite standing there, looking like a refugee, she was shocked. “What the hell happened to you? Why are you dressed like a ragamuffin, and is that blood on your clothes? Did someone hurt you? Was it Yuna? That makes my blood boil! How could Mr. Winston let her get away with this?!”

Marguerite said weakly, “Miley, can we talk inside? I’m beat.”

Miley quickly ushered Marguerite in and fetched her a set of PJs. “Get out of those clothes.”

Marguerite changed and emerged from the bedroom to find Miley with a first aid kit, waiting on the couch.

“Miley, is it okay if I crash here for a few days?” She felt a bit awkward asking for another favor.

“Stay as long as you need!”

Miley took out an alcohol swab and started cleaning Marguerite’s wounds, then it hit her. “Wait, won’t Mr. Winston come looking for you?”

Marguerite gave a bitter smile. “He found out I’m pregnant, so he kicked me out. I guess that’s it for us.”

Miley’s jaw dropped. “What the hell?”

Marguerite sighed, looking pale and exhausted, but patiently explained everything that had happened at the party.

As Miley patched Marguerite’s knee, she sat cross–legged on the couch, deep in thought. Suddenly, she grabbed Marguerite’s wrist. “Who else knows about your pregnancy?”

“Just you and me,” Marguerite replied without hesitation, then remembered. “Wait! My grandma’s doctor knows! He was the one who told me.”

Miley immediately said, “Call him! Put it on speaker!”

Marguerite was puzzled by Miley’s anger. Did Miley think Steven was the one who leaked her medical report? Yes, she did see Steven at the party, but they had no beef, so why would he do that?

It took a while for Steven to answer. Marguerite hesitated before speaking, “Steven, I’m sorry for calling this late, are you asleep? I need to ask you something.”

“No, there was an issue at the party. Mr. Powell from the Winston family had a heart attack, so I’ve been trying to save him.”

This news hit Marguerite like a bolt of lightning. A wave of guilt immediately engulfed her.

Powell had a heart attack? How could this have happened?

It was all her fault! If it hadn’t been for the news of her pregnancy, Mr. Powell wouldn’t have had a heart attack.

No wonder Frederick was so furious, this chaos was all because of her. It was all her fault!