NovelFastChapter 882
Half an hour later, Cresthaven Hospital.
Marguerite had just returned from seeing Violet and was helping the nurse change the dressing on Maurice's
gunshot wound when Miley and Robert burst in, Hayes trailing behind them-apparently bumped into in the lobby.
Robert's face was its usual calm, but Miley radiated hostility; her scowl was thunderous, as if she was counting
down the seconds before tearing Maurice limb from limb.
Sensing the tension, the nurse finished up quickly and made a hasty exit.
Marguerite was surprised to see Hayes in tow with the pair and stood up, asking,
"Why didn't you letknow you were coming?"
Miley nearly exploded. "Would you have letcif I'd told you?"
She had a point.
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Marguerite was well aware that Miley despised the fact that she was looking after Maurice at the hospital. If
Miley had called ahead, Marguerite would probably have found sexcuse to keep her away, just to avoid a
scene.
Still, Marguerite shot her a meaningful look and lowered her voice, murmuring,
"Don't make a fuss. We can talk about this at home."
Miley rolled her eyes, dragged a chair over, and sat at the foot of Maurice's bed with Hayes in her arms,
assuming the air of a matriarch defending her family.
Marguerite almost laughed; Miley always bullied the meek and feared the strong. If Maurice weren't bedridden
and Robert weren't backing her up, Miley wouldn't dare challenge Maurice so directly.
Robert, ever the diplomat, turned to Maurice with a practiced concern.
"How are you holding up?"
Maurice answered with the sbrand of polite insincerity.
"Much better, now that Marguerite is looking after me."
Miley snorted, but Robert stayed composed.
"It's only right that my sister takes care of you. After all, you took a bullet for her. At home, she's always the one
being pampered-she's never had to look after anyone. Even with Hayes and Manley, it's their grandmother who
steps in
Maurice understood the subtext perfectly. If it hadn't been for shielding Marguerite, he probably wouldn't have
merited her attention, let alone her care.
But pride demanded he keep his composure, so he maintained a steady smile. Robert paused, then turned to
Marguerite.
"By the way, Ablett and Zoe still
haven't been caught, and Mom'set
worried about you living alone. Once you're done here, pack up at the apartment and chwith us."
Before Marguerite could reply, Maurice's weak voice cut in.
"Marguerite stayed in the nurses’ lounge next door last night, and she'll probably be at the hospital for the next
few days. She's with me, and she's safe here."
His tone was feeble but carried an unsettling mix of humility and stubbornness, as
if he were staking his claim and tying her fate to his.
Miley's voice shot up, dripping with disbelief.
"Mr. Winston, you don't actually
expect Marguerite to play nursemaid every day, do you? She's got a major project on her plate-are you really
asking her to drop everythin@and focus on just you?"
"Apologies, | wasn't thinking straight. Finding a private nurse takes time. Could | borrow Marguerite for a few
more days?"
"Mr. Winston, you worry too much! I've already found a nurse for you!"
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