Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 497

Meanwhile, in the children's bedroom at the grand Winston Estate, Teresa and Hayes were in the thick of an intense video game battle.

"Little Mute! Head to the storage room! There's loot in the storage room!"

"Aw, man! Someone's looted the storage already! There's a drop in the southeast! Let's go for the air drop! Come on out, Little Mute!"

"Little Mute? Little Mute, come out already! Huh? Why are you just standing there?"

Teresa clutched her phone with both hands, glancing up to see Hayes sprawled at the foot of the bed.

Her gaze fell on Hayes' phone screen, which had switched to an incoming call interface, prompting a surge of frustration, "Ugh—Who's calling you at a time like this?"

Hayes, looking guilty, glanced at the call from Yuna, then back at Teresa, and quietly walked onto the balcony to answer.

"Hayes! Manley's condition is getting worse! Hurry to the hospital! I've called a car to the front door; don't delay!"

The urgency in Yuna's voice tightened Hayes' little heart in an instant. The little guy knew what this meant—his mom wanted him to give blood again. But didn't the nice nurse say just yesterday that it was only once a month?

He had come back feeling awful yesterday, and was still not feeling great, so Hayes was a bit scared.

His voice was timid, trembling, "Mommy... I'm scared..."

"How can you be so thoughtless? I'm just asking you to give a little blood! But what about Manley? Manley's fighting for his life! Brothers are supposed to help each other out! Don't forget, it was you hogging the nutrients in my belly that made Manley sick!"

Suddenly, Hayes felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. His innocent and kind heart even started to believe Mommy had a point.

He was giving blood to save Manley's life, and right now, Manley must be a hundred times more in pain.

His guilt made him quickly agree to Yuna's request. He hung up and stepped back inside from the balcony, glancing at Teresa before pointing towards the door:

"I'll be back... in a flash!"

"Where are you going?" Teresa asked, nonchalantly holding her phone.

Hayes felt a bit guilty, replying, "Just going to pick up... a medical... report."

Instantly, the words "medical report" put Teresa on high alert. Her mind raced to the image of Little Mute's arm, covered in needle marks.

She had meant to tell her Mommy and Hayes’ Daddy about it, but she didn’t see them coming home all night. And by morning, they had already left.