Chapter 507


    Jackass? Frederick’s use of the word “jackass” to describe the head honcho of the Fitzgerald Group’s


    behavior today left everyone in the room gobsmacked. And Hackett himself shuddered at thement!


    He was about to blow his top, but even as an elder, he had to give Frederick his due respect


    considering Frederick’s stature. Besides, he had just acknowledged his daughter’s return to the fold


    today, and he had more pressing matters to attend to! He needed to get her home pronto, to fulfill his


    wife’s dying wish.


    So, 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 bat for her like that today.


    Puzzled yet warmed by the unexpected defense, she wondered, “Does he still care for me after all?”


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    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 a


    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?”


    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?”


    Thankfully, Teresa’s maturity offered Marguerite some sce.


    Nodding, she instructed softly, “Be careful not to burn yourself.”


    “Got it!” Teresa hurried off, bustling about with purpose.


    After tucking Hayes in, 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, she turned her attention back to Hayes, leaving Frederick silently


    moved.


    For a fleeting moment, he entertained the illusion that Marguerite was his wife, and Hayes, their shared


    son.


    He quickly snapped out of it, realizing she was lost in 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?”