Chapter 398

“Damn it,” Frederick muttered, dialing the number for The Atlas Private Hospital and setting the call to speakerphone. After two rings, the call was promptly answered.

“Hello, Hematology Department at The Atlas Private Hospital.”

Frederick wordlessly held out the phone towards Marguerite, who quickly took over the conversation, “Hello, Doctor. This is Marguerite. I had my DNA analyzed at your hospital and received a notification that a child’s test results match mine. Is the child still at the hospital?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before the doctor began to stammer, “Ah, Ms.

Lockwood… there seems to have been a mistake.”

Marguerite’s head reeled as if struck by lightning. She glanced at Frederick, whose icy gaze made her feel as though she had been plunged into the Arctic.

Ignoring the chill emanating from Frederick, she pressed on, “How could there have been a mistake?

You called Maurice, and he informed me.”

The doctor apologized profusely. “Ms. Lockwood, we’re truly sorry. There was indeed a mix-up, but later we sent a text message to clarify.”

A text? Marguerite immediately checked her phone and sure enough, there was a message from the hospital. In her anxiety, she hadn’t noticed it before.

But how could this mistake have happened? She was certain that a child’s blood type had matched hers, even if the match wasn’t perfect. Despite the imperfect match, she was desperate to meet this child.

As she was about to voice this, Frederick abruptly ended the call.

“Frederick! I wasn’t done speaking!”

Frederick’s fury seemed to sear through her, making her feel small and insignificant.

“No matter what you say, you can’t change the fact that you deceived me!”

Marguerite was at a loss, her eyes welling up with tears, “What do I need to do for you to believe me?

As soon as Maurice informed me, I tried to leave, but the door was locked! I was in such a hurry that I tried break the door. I’m not the hacker!”

Frederick sneered. ‘You expect me to believe that?”

“Believe it or not, I couldn’t care less! But right now, I need to get to the hospital. My child is what matters most to me! I need to understand what happened!”

Tears streamed down Marguerite’s cheeks as she insisted, her stare defiant and resilient. She refused to be looked down upon.

Frederick’s heart softened at her tears, and even Robert felt uncomfortable.

“Alright, Frederick. Let Marguerite go to the hospital. I’ll explain everything else to you.”

Robert signaled Marguerite to leave. She shot Frederick a resentful look before rushing into the elevator.

As soon as she was gone, Frederick felt an emptiness gnawing at him. He thought of Marguerite’s tear-

streaked face, and his anger had nowhere to go. He directed it at Robert instead, “Do you always let my enemies off so easily? Does Miley know how good you are to Marguerite?”

The insinuation in Frederick’s words was clear, implying an inappropriate relationship between Robert and Marguerite.

Robert was unimpressed. “Frederick, there’s nothing going on between Marguerite and me. Don’t push me!”

Frederick scoffed, questioning Robert’s statement.

“I’m good to her out of respect for you!” Robert continued.

“But we’re divorced!”

“Yes, you two are divorced. But I’ve known Marguerite for three years and I’ve always treated her like a sister!”

“So, you’re not looking for your real sister anymore? You’re adopting Marguerite as your sister?”