Chapter 502

Frederick’s eyes darted towards Marguerite, and in that moment, he felt an unexplained, natural trust in her.

He hesitated for a split second before reluctantly releasing the intern’s neck.

The intern nearly collapsed, but Marguerite was quick to steady her and demanded, “Don’t you guys have any standards for blood donations? Why would you take blood from a three-year-old? They’re practically still teething!”

Gasping for air, the intern’s eyes were red as she looked at Marguerite, knowing she was a scapegoat but also fully aware that crossing Mr. Winston meant a fate worse than any firing.

So, she wasn’t about to side against him.

“I swear I’m being framed! I never suggested we use Hayes for the transfusion! In fact, I was against it yesterday. We found a match in the blood bank, an adult with the same type as Manley. We had contacted him, and he was willing to donate!

But Ms. Lockwood wouldn’t have it. She insisted on twin-to-twin transfusion to avoid rejection, so she wanted to use Hayes’ blood!

I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t listen. I really care for Hayes, so I was planning to extend the donation period to every six months, just a small bag each month to avoid any harm to him.

But just after I got home yesterday, the hospital fired me. As I was finishing my discharge procedures this morning, the butler comes in saying there was a problem with Hayes’ donation, demanding to bring me here! But Mr. Winston, I didn’t even draw Hayes’ blood today!”

Before Marguerite could react, Yuna lunged forward like a banshee, “Stop spewing nonsense! It was you who forced me to let Hayes donate!”

Yuna screamed hysterically, and confusion reigned. How had the hospital’s scapegoat turned against them?

Furious, she was determined to make the intern pay. She grabbed the intern’s hair and dragged her to the ground, “I’ll teach you to lie! Who put you up to this? Was it Marguerite? Why do you want to ruin me? How much did she pay you?”

In her frenzy, Yuna was indiscriminate in her accusations against Marguerite.

A firestorm raged in Frederick’s chest. He kicked at Yuna’s hand, which was tangled in the intern’s hair.

Pain exploded, and Yuna released her grip, looking incredulously at Frederick, “Freddie… I swear this isn’t my fault…”

Marguerite quickly helped the intern up, asking with concern, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?”

Tears streamed down the intern’s face as she shook her head.

Marguerite then continued, “Can you stand by what you just said?”

The intern nodded.

Marguerite’s gaze was piercing as she asked, “How can you prove your words are true? Is there anyone who can back you up?”

1 The intern was at a loss; no one but she and Yuna had been there during the transfusion. No one could vouch for her. Then, suddenly, she remembered the waiver she had Yuna sign and quickly pulled it from her pocket.

“See, this is the waiver I had Ms. Lockwood sign before the blood draw yesterday. If what she said was true, and I forced her, why would she have signed this? But she did!”

That waiver sucked the fight right out of Yuna.

Frederick looked at the guardian’s signature, bold and resolute, and knew that Yuna had never valued Hayes’ life as she should have.

Rage swelled in him, his gaze as icy and fierce’as the arctic wind.

“Guards!” At his command, a swarm of bodyguards converged.

“Take her to the middle of nowhere, revoke her passport and citizenship, and make sure she never sets foot in Stonebridge City again!”

At those words, Yuna’s world crumbled. No citizenship? She might as well not exist.

Frederick was merciless. This was a fate worse than death.

Yuna fell to her knees, trembling and begging for mercy, but before she could utter another word, a commanding voice echoed at the door of the ward, “Frederick! You can’t do this!”