Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 160

wake up! Help me, won’t you? Stop sleeping

Laverne stopped the bedside lamp to life with a “snap and immediately called out to Yuna

Joled from her sleep. Yuna was funous. Her moming temper made her shout, “What are you yelling for? Are you going to sleep or not? What are your up to now?”

Her subconscious reaction revealed her true colors. Realizing she had snapped at Laverne and fearing Frederick might hear, Yuna lowered her voice to a harsh whisper, What do you want?”

Lavere flung the coveway with a worned look. A foul smell overwhelmed Yuna, who quickly covered her mouth and nose

Upon closer spection, she was both shocked and angry, nearly fainting on the spot!

This damn old woman, she had wet the bed!

The situation was too much for Yuna. She looked at Laveme, fear etched on her face, and asked in a shaky voice, “What what are you going to do?” Loveme was on the verge of tears “Yuna, take me to the toilet! I need to… go number two…”

Go number two?

Was this old hag planning on having a bowel movement?

That was bound to smell awfull

Yuna hurriedly helped Laverne off the bed. However, the stain on the old woman’s pants was too revolting that she didn’t even want to touch it! “Yuna! You need to help me cfl the bed!”

TLL

feeling helpless and

to help me instead!” Lavere shouted towards

whispered, almost hopping

voice was so loud that if Sadie was awakened, she would definitely

of this damn old

help! Isn’t

breath, gatted her teeth, and

legs are numb, I can’t walk, you have to

Oh-

throw this old woman on the floor and stomp her to death! Laverne’s pants were soaked with urine. If she were to carry Laverne, wouldn’t that disgusting stuff get on her

she couldn’t bring

I won’t trouble you. I’ll crawl off the bed

figured it wouldn’t disturb anyone else, so she said. “Then keep your voice down, don’t let Freddie hear

move

getting off the bed,

herself and

Thud-

pain, “Ouch–I’ve fallen! It

earth–shaking, her

Just

to cover the old woman’s mouth. But the foul smell

promised me you wouldn’t make a sound! Stop shouting! You’re not allowed

it hurts, can’t cry

“What’s going on here

mouth when a deep, sharp voice echoed from

dressed in a black robe, glaring at her