Chapter 498

Meanwhile, at the hospital’s eighth-floor lobby, Teresa was hunkered down behind a massive stand-up advertisement when she saw a tall man emerge from a room at the end of the corridor.

She blinked in surprise..

Why hadn’t Hayes come out with him? And this floor seemed unusually quiet, not at all like the bustling activity of patients coming and going for check-ups or reports.

What was going on?

As soon as the man disappeared into the elevator bay, Teresa dashed toward the end of the corridor.

Peeking into the room on tiptoe, she saw a medical screen in the middle of the room, blocking her view.

Could Hayes be behind it?

Tentatively, she tried the door handle and to her relief, found the room unlocked.

With guts bolstered by concern, she stepped inside and was shocked to discover a hospital bed behind the screen!

And there, Hayes lay on it, his complexion deathly pale as an IV dripped into his arm. But why was the fluid in the IV tube red?

Looking up, Teresa realized the bag was hanging upside down!

The bag connected to the IV was swelling, growing larger by the second.

Blood! The bag was filling with Hayes’ blood! Teresa turned pale with fright and rushed over to shake Hayes’ shoulder. “Little Mute! Little Mute, why are you donating blood? Wake up, please!”

Only silence greeted her. Hayes showed no sign of life!

Unaccustomed to such grave situations, Teresa was at a loss. She couldn’t fathom why Hayes would be donating

blood!

Without a moment’s hesitation, she yanked the IV out of his arm, clamping her hand over the needle site while her other hand fumbled to dial Frederick.

“Hayes’ Daddy, come to the hospital quick! Hayes is donating blood, and he looks so pale and scary. Please hurry! We’re at the Atlas Private Hospital! Waaah, I’m so scared!”

“I’m on my way!” Frederick tossed aside his phone, swerved sharply, and sped toward the hospital.

The sudden swerve nearly sent Marguerite flying into Frederick’s lap, but the seatbelt jerked her back into place.

The next second, the Maybach roared off, with Marguerite watching the speedometer climb, feeling her heart pound in terror.

Turning to Frederick, she saw his expression was more foreboding than storm clouds, a harbinger of an impending tempest.copy right hot novel pub