NovelEnglishChapter 874
Early the next morning, Cresthaven Hospital.
In the VIP suite, the television mounted on the wall flickered with the morning news. A polished anchorwoman
was reporting on yesterday's shooting.
"Yesterday at 9:10 a.m., gunfire broke out in Emerald Mews. According to the victim, Marguerite, the incident
appears to have stemmed from a personal vendetta.
A good Samaritan, Maurice, was unintentionally caught in the crossfire and is currently being treated at City
General Hospital. Fortunately, as of yesterday afternoon, he is no longer in critical condition.
As for the nature of the relationship between Marguerite and Maurice, Marguerite declined to elaborate..."
Just then, a nurse wheeled in a cart with fresh bandages. "Mr. Winston, it's tto change your dressings."
Marguerite switched off the television. After the nurse finished, Maurice broke the silence. “Janie's efficient-didn't
take her long to get us on TV."
Marguerite replied, "None of your staff are useless."
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Maurice's gaze lingered on her. "Why didn't you clarify our so-called ‘relationship’ for the press?"
Marguerite poured him a mug of hot water. "And how exactly would you have likedto explain it?"
He pressed, "Don't you already know what | want you to say?"
Marguerite met his eyes. It felt as if a suffocatinghad been thrown over her, binding her tight. She owed
Maurice her life, and right now, he was making the most of that advantage. Of course he wouldn't let it slide so
easily.
Even though she felt cornered, she just couldn't bring herself to snap at him.
Taking a steadying breath, Marguerite said, “Maurice, you saved me, and | am truly grateful. If you end up with
any lingering health problems because of this, I'll take care of you. But | need to make something clear: this kind
of gratitude isn't the sas love. | hope you understand that."
Maurice seemed to hear only what he wanted. "If | spent the rest of my life in this hospital bed, you'd still look
after me?"
"Yes," she answered softly.
Maurice grinned. "Now I'm starting to regret not blocking the bullet with my legs instead of my shoulder. If I'd
ended up paralyzed, you'd have to stay by my side forever."
His tone was light, almost joking, but Marguerite felt a chill crawl over her skin.
She felt trapped-smothered by invisible bonds.
Flustered, she stood up. "I need to step out for a bit."
As if he could read her mind, Maurice reached out and grabbed her wrist. "If you leave, are you coming back?"
Marguerite took a long breath. "You were hurt because of me. If | don't cback, who else will take care of
you?"
The answer seemed to please him. Only then did he slowly let go.
Marguerite's destination wasn't a mystery-it was Blue Ridge Estate.
Not, she reminded herself, to see Silas. She was coming for Frederick.
He'd already married Violet; they were husband and wife now. Honestly, Marguerite didn't know handle this. But
one thing
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was certain: Silas needed to know the truth about who he was.
He didn't just have a daughter-he had a son, too.
She was his ex-wife, and there was still Jocelyn, his mother. Whether or not Silas ever regained his memory,
those facts would not change. He deserved to know the truth.
Half an hour later, she arrived at Blue Ridge Estate.
A line of imposing security guards stood at the gates, faces set and unyielding.
Marguerite approached one of them, hoping to pass along a message for Silas. The guard immediately blocked
her path, eyes hard and wary.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. You can't cin."
"| just need to speak with Silas. Could you let him know I'm here?"
The guard eyed her coldly. "Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Ward doesn't wish to see you. Please leave."
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