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.

all part of the Lockwood family, yet she was

Village, they even tried to take

schemed to snatch away

family. How could Marguerite

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?

incisive, every sentence she uttered was

in, shouting angrily. “I’m the one who lived with Granny, not you, and you’re the one who’s

mockingly, clearly throwing the Lockwood family members off

lying, I think you all know better than me. Besides, why would I lie?

a step, her legs trembling, barely able to stand due to

Frederick’s face, and she noticed that his expression had turned absolutely dreadful.

Freddie knew about all this, he would definitely

identity, and worst of all, she

of these would be

the ruthless Frederick of Stonebridge City. The man she

sake of marrying him, Yuna had come this far, there was no turning

her fists tightly, glaring furiously at

had passed away, she would make sure Marguerite had no evidence to prove