Chapter 502
Frederick’s eyes darted towards Marguerite, and in that moment, he felt an unexined, natural trust in
her.
He hesitated for a split second before reluctantly releasing the intern’s neck.
The intern nearly copsed, 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 nning 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 butleres 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 usations 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?”
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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 hismand, 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.
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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!”