Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 94

Marguerite had a long night, hell, she could hardly remember how it all went down.

When she woke up the next morning, she found herself on the cold, hard floor of her room. No one seemed to give a damn.

She hauled herself up feeling sore all over. After she washed up quickly, she hopped on the bus to the hospital without breakfast.

Now, all she had left was her grandma.

Even though her grandma couldn’t remember her anymore, she believed it was just temporary.

They had so many great times together, so she was sure that her grandma would remember everything one day.

Laverne was still sleeping when Marguerite arrived at the hospital.

She was planning on handling the discharge procedures first, but as soon as she stepped out of the ward, Steven’s assistant, Janie, approached her and said, “Ms. Lockwood, Steven needs you in his office. He said he has something to tell you.”

Marguerite paused for a second. Thinking about her grandma’s memory loss, she figured she did need to visit Steven.

So she asked the security guy at the door to handle her grandma’s discharge, then followed Janie into Steven’s office.

files on his desk, his hair obviously well–groomed. Seeing Marguerite in, a trace of warmth appeared on his cold

files, her eyes locked on Steven,“Steven, my grandma

stopped in its tracks. He looked surprised,

were pursed white,

his brow furrowed. He logged into the hospital’s online system and quickly pulled up all of Laverne’s previous

the computer screen towards

the screen, but the complex images were beyond

quickly explained, “This is the brain CT scan I did for your grandma two days ago and she was in good condition. There’s no way she

has! She’s forgotten me! How do you explain

his narrow eyes were staring somewhere in

with his index finger, which was slightly bent, and then returned

said she lost her memory, so what exactly are the symptoms? Did

it; she sniffed, her voice filled with loss,

things you guys did together, does

everything as long

about her grandma’s memory loss. she repeatedly told her grandma about the good old times they

day of school, first award, first scholarship, and

trivial, they were things her grandma was proud

things she often talked