Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 177

Frederick's gaze snapped up, his eyebrows furrowed in an instant.

Marguerite had tumbled onto the staircase, her wound facing downwards. The uneven edges of the steps scraped her injury, bursting many blisters, her flesh a bloody mess!

But she stubbornly propped herself up, hoping to stand on her own strength, but it was in vain.

Each attempt ended with her falling again.

After several rounds, her wound had visibly worsened.

Damn it!

He was less than thirty feet from her. If she just called out, he would hear her.

Was she so stubborn? Would it kill her to ask for help?

"Mr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguerite's leg will be ruined!"

"I won't! I want to see if she'll ask for help today!"

Frederick was exceptionally firm, determined to settle who would win or lose today.

Chuck was so anxious he could faint.

Marguerite was stubborn, and Mr. Winston was ruthless.

The two of them together were a relentless match.

But love wasn't a game, it wasn't about who made the first move and lost!

Chuck glanced at Marguerite, the steps now stained with blood, soaking into the wood.

His face twisted with worry. He didn't care if Mr. Winston's rage would affect him, he gathered his courage to advise.

"Mr. Winston, Marguerite's condition is no longer a simple burn! The staircase is full of bacteria, if not treated promptly, it could get infected!"

Frederick went silent.

"Mr. Winston! Marguerite is pregnant! If she keeps falling like this, it's not just her leg that's at risk, she could even miscarry! And she has pelvic inflammatory disease, if she miscarries, it could be life-threatening!"

The air seemed to become thin, Chuck and the driver felt the atmosphere suffocatingly oppressive.

Mr. Winston looked unlike anything they had seen before, more than just angry, he emanated an aura of power and control.

Yet his eyes were constantly flickering, reflecting his inner turmoil.

Time ticked away, and seeing that Frederick still hadn't made a move, Chuck thought since he had already said so much, he might as well go all out!

He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and reached for the door handle.

"Damn it!"