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

stuttered for a moment, feeling helpless and on

don’t you? Fine, Ill call Sadie to help me instead!” Lavere shouted

urgently whispered, almost hopping

was so loud that if Sadie was

her of not taking good care of this damn old woman, she couldn’t stay in the

Isn’t

breath, gatted her teeth, and reached for the old

are numb, I can’t walk, you have

Oh-

stomp her to death! Laverne’s pants were soaked

was so disgusted that she

crawl off the bed and

voice wasn’t loud, and Yuna figured it wouldn’t disturb anyone else, so she said. “Then keep

to move towards the edge

bed,

steeled herself and

Thud-

cried out in pain, “Ouch–I’ve fallen! It hurts me!

her raspy voice filled with pain

Just

Yuna’s scalp tingle. She approached, intending to cover the old woman’s mouth.

you wouldn’t make a sound! Stop shouting!

fell it hurts, can’t cry

“What’s going on here

barely left her mouth when a deep, sharp voice echoed

a black robe, glaring at