Chapter 474

Marguerite threw up her hands in exasperation. “Oh, come on, What are you plotting?”

Miley’s gaze towards Marguerite was tinged with disappointment.

It seemed to her that Marguerite had a knack for getting hung up on the tiniest details, and no amount of talking could change her mind.

With no other choice, Miley just waved her off. “Never mind, I’ll dig deeper into this when I get a chance.”

Marguerite was left feeling helpless, letting Miley have her way. But in her heart, Marguerite couldn’t accept that Hayes could be her long-lost son, nor could she imagine Teresa being Frederick’s child.

Life couldn’t possibly be filled with such bizarre coincidences, like some over-the-top soap opera that she’d stumbled into.

Little did Marguerite know that real life could outdo any drama on TV!

Meanwhile, at Atlas Private Hospital…

Yuna and Frederick spent the entire morning running tests for little Manley.

But it was Chuck who was busy bustling about the whole time.

After receiving the last of the reports, Chuck reported back to Frederick, who then strode ahead with Manley in his arms, leaving Yuna trailing behind.

The events of the previous night still had Frederick fuming, so he ignored Yuna’s attempts at making amends.

Had it not been for Manley, he would never have let Yuna stay.

Of course, this compromise was her last chance. One more outrageous act from her, and he would cut ties, regardless of past connections.

Soon, the three of them walked into the office, and Chuck quickly handed a stack of medical reports to the doctor.

As the doctor flipped through each page, his expression darkened. Suddenly, he looked up, concern and caution in his eyes, “Mr. Wigston, perhaps have your friend take your

son out?”

At his words, a chill ran down Yuna’s spine.

Seeing the tension, Chuck wisely took Manley into his arms and said respectfully, “Mr. Winston, Manley mentioned wanting to play in the children’s playground downstairs. I’ll take him there and come back later.”

Once they left, Frederick’s voice was icy, “Speak.copy right hot novel pub