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.

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

on Steven,“Steven, my grandma has lost her memory. Does

pen suddenly stopped in its tracks. He looked surprised, “She lost her

were

brow furrowed. He logged into the hospital’s online system and

turned the computer

screen, but the complex images

“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

her memory now! She really has! She’s forgotten me! How do you

narrow eyes were

finger, which was slightly bent, and then returned his gaze

what exactly are the symptoms? Did she forget everything, or just some people

it; she sniffed, her voice filled

you? What about the things you guys

as long as they are related to me. I

grandma’s memory loss. she repeatedly told

of school, first award, first scholarship, and the

were things her grandma was proud of and

could she forget things she often