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.

just started his shift and wasn’t in his scrubs yet. He was just wearing his olive drab uniform and sorting through files on his desk, his hair obviously

my

stopped in its tracks. He looked

lips were pursed

on,” Steven said with his brow furrowed. He logged into the hospital’s online system and quickly pulled up all of Laverne’s

eyes shining, he deftly turned the computer screen towards Marguerite with

at the images on the screen, but the

I did for your grandma

really has! She’s forgotten me!

and his narrow eyes were staring somewhere in the air as

caressed the tip of his nose with his index finger, which was slightly bent, and then returned his gaze to

are the symptoms? Did she forget

filled with loss, “She

you? What about the things you guys did together, does

everything as long as they are related to

loss. she repeatedly told her grandma about the good

school, first award, first scholarship, and the first perfume she

things might seem trivial, they were things her

could she forget things she often