Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 88

Upon hearing this, Ablett immediately stepped up like he was the one in charge.

After all, being the head of the Lockwood family and the elder of everyone present, he believed that his words held some weight.

So he cleared his throat and turned to Frederick with a congenial smile:

“Mr. Winston. Marguerite used to be the adopted daughter of the Lockwood family, so technically, she should call my mom ‘Granny‘. But my mom is not her biological granny.”

Marguerite was shocked.

How could Ablett have the audacity to say that? Calling Marguerite his adopted daughter? Or rather, former adopted daughter?

If Marguerite wasn’t in her right mind at the moment, she would think she was going bonkers and heard wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes, Marguerite is an adopted daughter, and that’s all there is to it.” Zoe hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Seeing these people she once called family – her parents and her sister – only left Marguerite with a sense of desolation.

the Lockwood family,

Marina Shores Village, they even tried to

they even schemed to

her only family. How could

off the cuff, huh? Leaving aside what exactly my relationship with you is, the fact is, I’ve lived with Granny since I was a kid, and there’s no changing that. I’ve been the one taking care of her all along, how many times have any of you shown up? You just said you’ve been looking for Granny? That’s a joke, did Granny disappear? If that’s the case, let me ask the three of you: when did Granny disappear? And where

words were incisive, every sentence she uttered was powerful

the extreme, Yuna quickly stepped in, shouting angrily. “I’m the one who lived with Granny, not you, and you’re

members off balance. She

better than me. Besides, why would I lie?

her legs trembling, barely able

peripheral vision caught Frederick’s face, and she noticed that his expression had turned absolutely dreadful. She suddenly felt

Freddie knew about all this, he would

replaced her identity, and worst

be enough to

sitting behind her was none other than the ruthless Frederick of Stonebridge City. The man she

had come this

tightly, glaring

passed away, she would make sure Marguerite