Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Since Marguerite was already there, they decided to go ahead with the paternity test.

For the past three years, he had had his fair share of dealings with the cunning Lockwood family. Even Frederick, clever as he was, had been duped by them more than a dozen

times!

So instead of just proving that Yuna wasn’t the Fitzgerald heiress, it made more sense to confirm Marguerite’s identity as well, to make things crystal clear.

The Ablett couple was beside themselves with worry. Zoe immediately told Ablett to find a way to get in touch with someone at the hospital, to see if there was a way out of this

mess.

But Robert knew what Frederick was trying to do. Before Ablett could even pull out his phone, Robert’s calm but commanding voice filled the room, “I want to witness the blood being drawn this time, and I will personally wait for the test results.”

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As if on cue, a female doctor with a transparent basket stepped out of the lab, “Is everyone here? Please come in. Per Mr. Winston’s orders, everyone must surrender their cell phones before entering. Kindly place your phones in this basket in an orderly fashion.”

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Usually, during a paternity test, the subjects just had their blood drawn at a window and waited. Nobody knew what happened inside the lab. Ablett and Zoe had exploited this fact to manipulate previous paternity tests.

But now, everyone had to enter the lab, where every move the doctor made would be under the watchful eyes of Frederick and Robert. Even if they could manage to call Hammond, it wouldn’t make any difference now. They were doomed!

Hackett was furious, nearly standing up to point an accusing finger at Robert, “You’ll be apologizing to your sister soon enough!”

Despite his outburst, when he saw Penelope placing her phone in the basket and entering the lab, he had no choice but to follow his wife’s lead.

When Frederick had initially brought Marguerite forward, his hand rested on her shoulder, and it remained there, warm and reassuring. Marguerite couldn’t help but glance up at him.

Meeting his intense gaze, a surge of urgency rose within her. She was desperate to ask why he was so eager to help prove her identity. But deep down, she didn’t have the courage to voice the question. She feared that without an answer, disappointment would inevitably follow. Life was hard enough without the added weight of letdowns.

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Soon, they all entered the lab and donned protective gear, scattering throughout the spacious room.

The doctor took out two syringes, turned to Marguerite and Yuna, and asked, “I’m the only one here, so we can’t proceed with both at the same time. Who will have their blood drawn

first?”

Yuna seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak. It didn’t matter who went first anymore. No matter whose blood was drawn, the outcome spelled doom for her.

Seeing Yuna’s reluctance, Marguerite stepped forward. The results could only be good for her, so the order didn’t matter to her.

But before she could speak, Robert’s arm blocked her path, “Yuna first.”

He wasn’t about to give the Lockwoods any chance to prepare.

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Better to settle the matter swiftly better an end with terror than terror without end.

Yuna’s face was the very picture of misery. She seethed with silent rage but was powerless to resist.

With death inevitable either way, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

Hackett, equally reluctant, rolled up his sleeve with a scowl so dark it seemed to swallow the light, especially when he looked at Robert, his eyes ablaze with barely suppressed fury.

Robert, however, seemed unaffected by the animosity, a picture of righteousness as he watched the proceedings with detached resolve.

The doctor quickly drew blood from both Hackett and Yuna, then placed the samples on slides under a microscope, studying them before entering data into a computer.

Perhaps because of the imposing presence of Robert and Frederick, the process was expedited.

Within ten minutes of the blood being drawn, the doctor had the results ready.