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Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 824
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Chapter 824

Margot nodded, her face a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Yeah, why?"

"Thought | recognized you," the doctor replied with a warm smile. He rummaged through a drawer and handed

Margot a manila envelope. "Your dad fainted a couple of days ago. We treated him here, but he left without

taking his report. Can you give this to him and ask him to drop by when he gets a chance?"

"Dr. Smith, do you need to discuss my dad's condition?" Margot asked, her eyes wide with concern. "Maybe you

could just tell me, and I'll pass it on. He's been really busy lately."

Dr. Smith gently tugged at one of Margot's pigtails, his tone light but evasive. "It's better if your dad comes in

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himself. It's a bit complicated, and | don't think you'd understand."

Margot's childish demeanor vanished, replaced by an unexpected maturity. "Dr. Smith, | know more about Dad's

condition than anyone. When we were abroad, he fainted before, and | was the one handling things with the

doctors. So, don't worry about keeping things from me!"

Marguerite watched the scene unfold, her heart aching. What had Margot been through?

At her age, she should be playing and enjoying life, not shuttling back and forth to hospitals, shouldering adult

responsibilities.

Marguerite's chest tightened with a familiar pain. She remembered the bitter past with Maurice, a conflict she'd

kept from Teresa to protect her childhood happiness. No mother wants her child to bear burdens too heavy for

their years.

Seeing Margot now, so composed and accepting, Marguerite felt a pang of

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"Dr. Smith, is Dad's condition serious?" Margot asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Well, not exactly..." Dr. Smith rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's just that your dad's been taking painkillers with a

pretty high dosage. They've built up in his system over time."

Painkillers. Margot cast a sidelong glance at Marguerite, a sigh escaping her lips. "But he can't just stop taking

them..."

"But according to his overseas medical records, he hadn't been using them for months. Suddenly taking so many

could be dangerous."

Marguerite's face tightened with guilt. Silas was taking those pills because of her. Every tthey met, she

noticed him popping painkillers like candy. But why did she affect him so?

Desperate for answers, she turned to the doctor. "Dr. Smith, there must be a reason for his headaches, right?"

The doctor looked troubled. "Mr. Ward's case is unusual. He was brought in because of a severe headache that

made him faint. But our tests didn't find anything abnormal, just the toxins from the medication. All | can suggest

is he avoids the painkillers."

How could he be in such pain and yet nothing shows up?

Holding Silas's report, Marguerite took Margot's hand as they left the office. She couldn't help asking, "Margot,

have you always been thorough with your dad's check-ups for his headaches?"