Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 395

It was a match! A child’s blood type finally matched her own DNA! Could it be her son? Nothing could be more exciting!

Marguerite Lockwood quickly excused herself from Robert Fitzgerald and began to walk away as she spoke with Maurice Winston on the phone, “Great! I’ll be right there!” However, Maurice on the other end seemed hesitant, “I’m tied up at the moment. You go ahead to the hospital, I’ll meet you there after I’m done here.”

Marguerite fell silent. Was her son’s whereabouts less important than Maurice’s work? Was he even the child’s father?

Marguerite was upset, but she knew her priority was to find her child.

Without saying much to Maurice, she hung up and prepared to leave in a hurry.

She practically ran into the elevator, but as she left the elevator, she saw all the staff running up the stairs. And the sudden alarm startled her, who was already on edge!

What was happening? Was there a fire? Why were they running upstairs instead of outside?

Marguerite was bewildered, but she had no time to figure it out.

She had to get to the hospital to see her son, so she bolted towards the exit. But when she reached the door, it wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be locked. Was the door broken?

Summoning all her strength, she pulled it a couple more times, but it still wouldn’t open!

Damn it!

Seeing Marguerite struggling with the door, the receptionist came over and explained,

“Ms. Lockwood, there’s been a level one alert in the company. Once the alarm goes off, the doors can’t be opened.”

“Can’t be opened?” Marguerite turned around in disbelief.

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What could trigger an alarm? Is there a fire? Does this building have a backdoor?”

The receptionist shook her head, looking troubled:

“It’s not a fire. It could be a leak of sensitive information, a cyber-attack, or an internal mole. We’re not sure what’s going on right now. As for a backdoor…there is one, but it’s locked as well. Maybe you should wait upstairs.”

“Wait? I can’t wait! I need to leave immediately! I have a very important matter to attend to!”

Marguerite’s heart pounded in her chest, her face turning red with anxiety.

“Only Mr. Winston can unlock this door, Ms. Lockwood. But he’s not in the office, you’ll have to wait for him.”

Wait for him She might have to wait forever!

Marguerite was desperate to see her son, she couldn’t spare another minute.

Looking around, she noticed a bar stool in the waiting area. The long, sharp legs of the stool seemed like a perfect tool. Without a second thought, Marguerite picked up the stool and slammed it against the glass door.

Ah-

The receptionist’s screams mixed with the sound of the stool hitting the unyielding glass door, which showed no signs of cracking.

“Ms. Lockwood, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself! Put that down!” The receptionist cried out in panic, but Marguerite ignored her, continuing to smash at the door. The power of a mother’s love was unpredictable. At that moment, Marguerite knew she would do anything to see her child.

She had been searching for her son for three years, now that she had a lead, she couldn’t afford any setbacks. She wished she had wings so she could fly straight to her child, to see how he had grown, whether he was healthy, whether he was pretty!

As Marguerite was about to slam the stool against the door once more, Robert, who had rushed over, grabbed her arm, “Marguerite! Stop!”