Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 299

Eight months later, Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.

Night was falling, and the world was blanketed in a heavy snowfall.

In the howling wind, Hammond drove Yuna, who had secretly fled the island, and parked the car in a secluded corner of the hospital's parking lot.

Yuna was shielded against the cold, her face covered with a mask and her head wrapped in a thick scarf. Despite these layers, the bump of her pregnant belly was evident.

After receiving a phone call, Hammond turned to say something to Yuna. He caught sight of her pregnant belly and couldn't help but smirk. "You really know how to push yourself. To make the act more convincing, you actually went ahead and got yourself pregnant."

Yuna shot Hammond an angry look. What could she do? When she first lived on the island, her pregnancy wasn't showing, which aroused suspicion from Frederick's men.

Yuna had no choice but to get pregnant by sleeping with one of Frederick's bodyguards. Today, she managed to escape from the heavily guarded island, thanks to the help of that same bodyguard.

Knowing Marguerite's exact due date, she had been taking labor-inducing drugs for several days, hoping to give birth around the same time as Marguerite.

Yuna glared at Hammond again and coldly said, "Get to the point!"

"My man is in the delivery room. Marguerite's due to give birth in ten minutes. As soon as the baby's born, he'll take it."

Yuna gripped Hammond's wrist, her eyes flashing with icy ferocity, "I want you to go up there yourself!"

Hammond immediately pulled his hand away, "Are you trying to get me killed?!"

Yuna's eyes widened, the bloodshot orbs filled with menace, "Hammond, I've risked my life for you many times. Don't think I don't know that you've been eager to push me aside ever since Frederick gave up his shares in the Winston Group. Since this is our last time working together, you have to do it yourself. That's the only way I can trust you."

"You..."

She had seen him somewhere.

A sense of danger rose in her heart. Marguerite shakily pointed at the doctor, her voice weak and hoarse, "My child...where are you taking my child?"

The nurse swiftly reassured her, "Not to worry, he's just taking the baby to the nursery for some post-birth checks -- it's standard procedure."

"No, wait a minute!" insisted Marguerite because she felt something off. "My baby is perfectly fine, let me see him first! Please, stop him!"

Marguerite tried to sit up, but the doctor pushed her back down, "Hold her down! There's another baby coming, don't move, you'll suffocate the baby!"

Ten minutes later, the cry of a baby girl echoed in the room. As the intense sensation of tearing came, Marguerite fainted from the pain.