Chapter 338

Chuck’s rotund frame shuddered, and he cleaned his sweats as he quickly assured, “Young Master, please don’t be upset, I’ll go and smooth things over for you!”

After hurriedly finishing his sentence, Chuck scurried out of the room.

But he was wise enough to leave the door slightly ajar. Once it was shut, no one would be able to come in!

The study.

The window showed a world blanketed in snow, endless white that seemed to intensify the silence. But Frederick’s heart was anything but calm.

He chain–smoked, and Chuck tapped lightly on the study door, treading carefully as he entered.

“What is it?” Frederick’s indifferent voice rang out, not even bothering to look at him. Chuck cleaned his sweats again. He racked his brains, realizing that straightforwardly persuading Mr. Winston to let Hayes attend school would likely be unsuccessful.

So, he decided to appeal to his emotions and reason.

“Mr. Winston, Sadie told me that Hayes hasn’t eaten all day. He’s already malnourished, if he keeps this up, he’ll damage his stomach.”

Frederick remained silent. Chuck took a step forward, circling to Frederick’s side to gauge his expression. Seeing that Frederick didn’t explode in anger, he mustered his courage and continued, “Mr.

Winston, since Hayes was born, he’s never been as rebellious as he is today. This is the first time.

Maybe you should let him go to school… Marguerite’s daughter is only three years old, and a three–

year–old child wouldn’t have any ulterior motives.”

Frederick turned to face him upon hearing this, his delicate cigarette snapped easily under his fingertips, “That’s Marguerite’s child, how can I not be cautious?”

Facing Frederick’s icy gaze, Chuck swallowed hard, trembling with fear, “But Mr. Winston, you just met her yesterday, and you seemed quite fond of the little girl, didn’t you? Most importantly, Hayes likes Teresa, he was completely different when she arrived yesterday.” This struck a chord.

Regardless of what ideas Marguerite had instilled in Teresa, and how close she was to Hayes.

The girl undeniably had the ability to change Hayes.

Frederick had never seen Hayes happier or more content than he was yesterday.

When Teresa arrived, he seemed to relax completely, appearing much more at ease. But, Teresa is Marguerite’s daughter! How could he possibly let that woman’s child get close to his own son?

Frederick, frustrated and confused, lit another cigarette. The flickering embers cast harsh shadows on his face.

Just as he exhaled a ring of smoke, Sadie burst into the room, panting heavily.

Her wide, fearful eyes were filled with worry, “Mr. Winston, it’s bad! Young Master Hayes has stomach cramps! You must come quickly!”

The tense atmosphere in the room peaked, and before Chuck could react, Frederick was already running out.

In the bedroom.

The family doctor immediately gave Hayes a thorough check–up, then injected him with a shot.

Hayes‘ face was flushed red with pain, but he merely clutched his stomach, curled up on the bed, and gritted his teeth without uttering a word of complaint, as if this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

Frederick watched his son’s resigned expression of pain, his heart aching. He immediately asked, “What’s going on?”

The doctor put away the syringe, his face full of concern, “Mr. Winston, Young Master Hayes‘ sudden stomach cramps are due to prolonged hunger. Besides medication, he needs to eat as soon as possible. Also, judging by his reaction to the pain, it’s clear this isn’t the first time.”

Frederick’s face hardened, “Not the first time?”

“Yes. Judging from his health condition, he often misses meals, eats too little, or doesn’t eat at all. Mr.

Winston, you must pay attention to the his eating habits!”

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Frederick’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. The care of the two children had always been Yuna’s responsibility. How dare she neglect Hayes? She just let Hayes go hungry when he refused to eat?