Chapter 177
Bride Behind The Mask
Frederickâs 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?
âMr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguenteâs leg will be ruined!â
âI wonât! I want to see if sheâll ask for help today!â
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 wasnât a game, it wasnât 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 didnât care if Mr. Winstonâs mage would affect him, he gathered his courage to advise âMr Winston, Margueriteâs condition is no longer a simple bum! The staircase is full of bacteria, if not treated promptly, it could get infectedââ
Frederick went silent.
âMr. Winston! Marguente is pregnant! If she keeps falling like this, itâs not just her leg thatâs at risk, she could even miscarry! And she has pelvic inflammatory disease, if she miscamies, it could be lifeâ
threatening!â
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 hadnât 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 âDamn it!â
With a curse, the backseat door was Ðung open.
Frederickâs long legs hit the ground, like a proud cheetah, he strode towards Marguerite Bending down, his strong arm wrapped around Margueriteâs waist, he forcefully lifted her into his arms.
âPut me down.â Marguente didnât like the feeling of being pitied by Frederick, repulsing him entirely âWho are you trying to impress with this death wish? If you really want to die, find a secluded place, donât involve others.â
âDid I involve you? I didnât ask for your help. Put me down, whether I live or die is none of your business.â
âYou played your cards well, everyone is speaking up for you. Robert, Chuck, even Yunaâs grandmother is on your side, you must be quite pleased, arenât you?â
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 Marquenteâs 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, âShe always wants to act tough, give her a shot of anaesthetic.â
*Anaesthetics are not good for the fetus, we can only administer a small dose She will still feel pain during the wound cleaningâ
âGive her as much as you can!â
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 didnât expect the wound cleaning to be so painful, even she couldnât help but cry out.
âAhâit 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 âDonât let her mavel it will cause secondary damage Thor more donât move it will be over moon in the midst of the chaos, something was thrust into Margueriteâs mouth. It was soft and firm at the same time.
Her mind was a blur, she hit down on it frantically, but the pain didnât subside at all The doctor methodically cleaned the wound, a bottle of alcohol was poured onto it, Marguerite screamed and fainted from the pain.