Chapter <b>507 </b>
Jackass? Frederick’s use of the word <b>“</b>jackass<b>” </b>to describe the head honcho of the Fitzgerald Group’s behavior today left everyone in the room <b>gobsmacked</b>. And Hackett himself shuddered at thement<b>! </b>
<b>He </b>was about to blow his top, but even as an elder, he had to give Frederick his due respect considering Frederick’s stature. <b>Besides</b><b>, </b>he <b>had </b>just acknowledged his daughter’s return to the fold today, and he had more pressing matters to attend to<b>! </b>He <b>needed </b>to get her home pronto, to fulfill his wife’s dying wish.
<b>So</b>, he had no choice but to suck it up. But make no mistake, a score had been settled between him and Frederick today.
Marguerite, who had just stepped out of the sickroom with Frederick, was utterly bbergasted. She couldn’t fathom why Frederick had gone to <b>bat </b><b>for </b>her like that today.
Puzzled yet warmed by the unexpected defense, she wondered, “Does he still care for me after all?”
Her emotions were all over the ce as she followed him into the VIP ward.
By now, Hayes had been moved to a room, where Chuck was ying assistant to the doctor, hanging <b>a </b>blood bag and transferring the much–needed blood back into the boy.
“Mr. Winston, the guard detail is tight outside the little master’s room. Should we move Manley here as well, for convenience’s sake?<b>” </b>
Frederick pondered briefly, then replied sinctly, “Yeah.”
“Right away, Mr. Winston. I’ll fetch Manley from downstairs.” With that, Chuck dashed off.
Marguerite took a seat on the edge of Hayes‘ bed. Seeing little Hayes still out cold, a deep pang of sorrow washed over her.
For some reason, she was racked with guilt. Why hadn’t she protected him better?
Logically, Hayes was Yuna and Frederick’s child, and it wasn’t her ce to worry. Yet, there was this strange feeling gnawing at her, causing both pain and distress.
She’d have taken his ce in a heartbeat to spare him this suffering.
Her hand gently caressed Hayes‘ cheek, which was finally showing signs of warming up.
Teresa, ever the sensible child, touched Hayes‘ hand and pouted, “Mommy, Hayes‘ hand is so cold. He must be freezing! Should I heat up some water and warm him up<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Thankfully, Teresa’s maturity offered Marguerite some sce.
Nodding<i>, </i>she instructed softly, “Be careful not to burn yourself.”
<b>“</b>Got it!” Teresa hurried off, bustling about with purpose.
After tucking Hayes in<b>, </b>Frederick approached Marguerite, his tone neutral but firm, “Take Teresa home.”
Marguerite was defiant, “I’m not going.”
7 don’t want Maurice Winston on my back asking for her,” he said, clearly irritated.
Marguerite locked eyes
with him, her gaze shimmering, “Nothing is more important than Hayes. And I’m sure Teresa wouldn’t want to leave either.” With that<b>, </b>she turned her attention back to Hayes, leaving Frederick silently moved.
For <b>a </b>fleeting moment, he entertained the illusion that Marguerite was his wife, and Hayes, their shared son.
He quickly snapped out of <b>it</b>, realizing she was lost <b>in </b>thought, staring out the window, a trace of mncholy crossing her features.
Then, with a gentleness even he didn’t recognize in his voice, he couldn’t help but ask, “Feeling down?<b>” </b>