Chapter 511

Frederick’s anger simmered with every passing thought, and despite this woman now having the backing of the illustrious Fitzgerald family, he was not about to let her off the hook so easily.

“Manley, why on earth didn’t you tell me about something so important?” Frederick’s voice rose, laced with a fury that made the_ room shrink.

Manley, visibly shaken, stuttered out an explanation, his body trembling, “I had just finished my checkup yesterday when I saw Hayes at the hospital. I told him to hit the road quick, didn’t want him giving any blood. Mom promised she wouldn’t take Hayes’ blood, so I didn’t tell you.

-Dad, please don’t be mad, you’re scaring me…”

It was then that Frederick realized his panic had unnerved the little guy.

He sighed softly, drawing Manley into his arms and asked with a calmer demeanor, “So now, can you tell Dad what else you overheard from Mom?”

Manley blinked up at his father, racking his brain for memories.

He had also heard that Mom was taking the blood of the mute to kill him… If he spilled the beans, wouldn’t that make Mom a murderer? But if he told Dad, could his father prevent it all?

Manley mulled it over, torn about whether to confide in his father.

As he remained silent, Frederick thought maybe Manley genuinely couldn’t remember.

After all, Manley had always been a bit slow on the uptake, and he had just given him a fright-it wouldn’t be unusual for him to have forgotten some things.

He tenderly stroked Manley’s hair, his tone gentle, “If you can’t remember, then let it be. But Manley, would you and Hayes like to come live with me?”

Manley was perplexed. What did Dad mean by that?

“What about Mom?” He asked.

“Just us, without her.”

What? Without Mom? Was Dad thinking of kicking Mom out of the house again?

He had been ready to tell his father about Mom’s intentions to harm Hayes, but hearing his father speak like this made him even more afraid to reveal the truth.

If he lost his Mom, who would have his back?

Even though he had started to see Hayes differently, Mom had told him Hayes was a bad kid, that he needed to be tough with him or he’d end up getting bullied!

He didn’t want to be without Mom, nor did he want to be bullied by Hayes!

Thinking this made Manley especially angry, and he shouted at Frederick, “I don’t want to! I can’t be without Mom! I won’t live with you!”

Frederick’s face darkened, his voice stern, “Manley!”

Marguerite watched the standoff between the man and the boy, both as combative as sworn enemies, neither willing to give an

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