Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 889

In that instant, Marguerite’s heart felt like it was packed with a dozen little bunnies, thumping and leaping wildly inside her chest.

Did Maurice just fall out of bed?

His wounds hadn’t even healed yet—this couldn’t be happening.

“Where are you right now? How is he?” she demanded.

Laura’s voice trembled so badly it was barely recognizable. “I’m standing outside the room—I don’t dare go in. The doctor’s stitching up Mr. Winston.”

“Don’t panic. I’ll be there right away.”

Marguerite ended the call and turned to Chuck. “Take me to the hospital, now.”

Hayes immediately clung to Marguerite’s hand, his little fingers tightening with worry. “Mommy, are you going to see that awful Uncle Maurice again? Aren’t you afraid Aunt and Uncle will be mad?”

Marguerite squeezed his hand gently. “Something urgent came up. I’ll be back before you know it.”

She hopped into the front passenger seat, and Chuck sped off, tearing down the street. They reached the hospital in record time.

Chuck stayed in the car while Marguerite hurried upstairs. By the time she reached Maurice’s room, Laura was nowhere to be seen.

“I told you not to come back! Don’t you understand plain English?”

The man’s voice rang out the second he heard the door, sharp and angry even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet; despite his weakness, the fury was unmistakable.

“You fired Laura?”

Marguerite sat down beside him. Only then did Maurice open his eyes, surprise flickering across his face before his gaze softened.

“Yes. She wasn’t up to my standards.”

“If the best nurse in town isn’t good enough for you, then nobody is. Should I call her back?”

Maurice’s eyes locked on hers, unwavering. “I think you’d do just fine.”

“Still trying to get a rise out of me, even when you’re hurt? You never had me running around after you before, so you don’t really know if I’m any good.”

Maurice managed a laugh. “I’d never ask you to wait on me. I’d rather put up with the pain myself than see you fussing over me.”