Chapter 468

In an instant, the chatter ceased, and the living room plunged into a silence as deep as the grave.

Yuna was the first to snap out of it. Her eyes, filled with ferocity and jealousy, locked onto Marguerite, who was cradling Manley like a protective mother hen.

Marguerite, that wench! She’d been cozying up to Hayes and now she was making moves on Manley?

Damn her!

Yuna’s legs powered her forward as she lunged to snatch Manley from Marguerite’s embrace.

“Marguerite, you venomous witch! What did you do to my Manley? If he’s hurt, I swear you’ll pay with your life!”

Yuna’s voice was screaming viciously and raised her hand, but Maurice stepped in front of Marguerite, catching Yuna’s flailing hands.

“Mr. Maurice! Marguerite hurt Manley, how can you stand by her?”

Maurice’s tone was unapologetically blunt, “Did you see her harm Manley? I have no interest in your past spats, but if you bully her in my presence, you’ll have me to reckon with.”

Even Yuna, with all her bluster, dared not challenge Maurice and reluctantly clamped her mouth shut.

Meanwhile, Frederick made a beeline for Manley, but Maurice blocked him, issuing a stern warning, “Control your woman.”

Anger sparked in Frederick’s eyes as he swatted Maurice’s hand away and scooped Manley from Marguerite’s arms.

“What are you waiting for?! Call the doctor!” he thundered, his voice like a clap of thunder.

The servants, nearly scared out of their wits, fumbled for their phones in a panic.

“No need! I am a doctor.” That was Maurice speaking.

Truth be told, Frederick would rather have the devil himself treat Manley than his lifelong rival, Maurice.

But with the family doctor living near the Winston estate unable to make it due to the stormy weather, Frederick had no choice but to compromise for Manley’s sake.

He gently laid his son on the couch before stepping back.

Meanwhile, Teresa and Hayes, who had been watching the drama unfold from their hiding spots, rushed forward. The two youngsters had been itching to come out, but the adults’ quarrel was terrifying, monstrous!

They hadn’t dared to show themselves.

Without medical equipment, Maurice could only rely on his instincts to make a basic assessment.

“From what I can see, he’s not in danger. The drooping mouth and slightly dilated pupils suggest a lack of blood supply. He’s fainted from anemia.”

Jocelyn, beads of sweat forming in her palms, was frantic, “I frequently experience anemia, but usually, a faint lasts only a few seconds before I recover. Why hasn’t Manley woken up yet?”

Maurice’s expression grew grave as he cautiously replied, “That’s precisely what I find strange.

Manley’s symptoms are unusual; I suspect there’s an issue with his circulatory system. We’ll give him an IV drip for now, and take him to the hospital for thorough tests tomorrow.”

Blood system complications sounded serious.

Jocelyn was anxious, she insisted, “We should go now!”

“It’s too late. The hospital is closed, and the weather is bad. We won’t be able to complete all tests today; let’s not put the child through that.”

Jocelyn was uneasy but had to agree.

She looked at Frederick, probing, “Frederick, can we leave your issues with Yuna until after Manley’s check-up? I’m worried about him.”

Lisette, seizing the moment, chimed in with glee, “Exactly! The poor kid is sick, and you want to kick his mother out? When did the Winstons become so heartless?

Look at him, so pitiful and frail, that poor child!”

Frederick, his mind a turmoil, didn’t notice Teresa’s quiet murmur to Hayes, “Manley’s not frail at all.

He’s chubbier than both of us put together. And since when is anemia such a big deal?”