Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 447

In a heartbeat, Marguerite's body was trembling, her legs shaking.

She approached the car, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch Frederick's shoulder, "Fred...Frederick, what happened? Wake up, wake up..."

Frederick did not react, and all that awaited her was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, Marguerite's head was buzzing, and she pushed Frederick again with more force.

"Frederick, don't scare me. Wake up, wake up!"

Her voice, tinged with a sob, had scarcely ceased when Frederick rolled towards her.

Taken aback, Marguerite instinctively extended her arms to catch him, only to realize he was soaked through.

Touching him, she realized he was covered in blood!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Hayes, only to find the little guy already crying desperately, "Shot...shot...save him..."

Shot? Frederick had been ambushed? Who would dare to ambush Frederick? Did they want to die?

Under the moonlight, Frederick's face was deathly pale, his breathing heavy and erratic.

Marguerite forced herself to calm down, mustering all her strength to drag Frederick from the driver's seat. She then shouldered his body, stumbling her way into the house.

Frederick, being almost six feet tall, was a hefty weight.

Marguerite was petite and could barely support him, but she gritted her teeth and managed to maneuver him onto the bed.

Under the light, Frederick's white shirt was thoroughly stained with blood, the crimson glaringly vivid.

She carefully turned Frederick's body, shocked to find the gunshot wound on his back shoulder!

The dark wound was bleeding profusely, the flesh on his shoulder a gruesome sight. Marguerite had no idea how deeply the bullet was lodged!

Damn it! What was she supposed to do to get the bullet out?!

In this dire situation, Marguerite had no choice but to seek Chuck's help.

She immediately dialed Chuck's number, her voice choked with sobs as she stuttered, "Frederick...Frederick's in trouble, please come to the old house! Quick!"

Chuck, who was resting, jolted up from his bed and asked quickly, "Marguerite, don't panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"

"There's no time! Frederick's been shot! But I don't know how to remove the bullet! What should I do? I'm so scared...if Frederick dies, I don't want to live either..."