Chapter 502

Frederick’s eyes darted towards Marguerite, and in that moment, he felt an unexplained, natural trust in her.

He hesitated for a split second before reluctantly releasing the intern’s neck.

The intern nearly collapsed, but Marguerite was quick to steady her and demanded, “Don’t you guys have any standards for blood donations? Why would you take blood from a three-year-old? They’re practically still teething!”

Gasping for air, the intern’s eyes were red as she looked at Marguerite, knowing she was a scapegoat but also fully aware that crossing Mr. Winston meant a fate worse than any firing.

So, she wasn’t about to side against him.

“I swear I’m being framed! I never suggested we use Hayes for the transfusion! In fact, I was against it yesterday. We found a match in the blood bank, an adult with the same type as Manley. We had contacted him, and he was willing to donate!

But Ms. Lockwood wouldn’t have it. She insisted on twin-to-twin transfusion to avoid rejection, so she wanted to use Hayes’ blood!

I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t listen. I really care for Hayes, so I was planning to extend the donation period to every six months, just a small bag each month to avoid any harm to him.

But just after I got home yesterday, the hospital fired me. As I was finishing my discharge procedures this morning, the butler comes in saying there was a problem with Hayes’ donation, demanding to bring me here! But Mr. Winston, I didn’t even draw Hayes’ blood today!”

Before Marguerite could react, Yuna lunged forward like a banshee, “Stop spewing nonsense! It was you who forced me to let Hayes donate!”

Yuna screamed hysterically, and confusion reigned. How had the hospital’s scapegoat turned against them?

Furious, she was determined to make the intern pay. She grabbed the intern’s hair and dragged her to the ground, “I’ll teach you to lie! Who put you up to this? Was it Marguerite? Why do you want to ruin me? How much did she pay you?”

In her frenzy, Yuna was indiscriminate in her accusations against Marguerite.

A firestorm raged in Frederick’s chest. He kicked at Yuna’s hand, which was tangled in the intern’s hair.copy right hot novel pub