Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 252

Laverne stepped out from Yuna’s hospital room, scanning the surroundings to find Chuck still waiting at the end of the hallway. With a kind wave of her hand, Chuck hustled over immediately.

“Ma’am, is everything taken care of?” he asked.

Laverne nodded, her voice weary, “Yes, it’s done. Take me home, please.”

Chuck noticed her swollen eyes, and knew without asking that she had been crying. Yuna’s hysterical cries from inside the room had echoed on the hallway, but her voice was so shrill and laced with sobs that Chuck couldn’t make out what she was saying.

Glancing at Laverne hesitantly, he asked, “Ma’am, did Ms. Yuna pick a fight with you? Should we inform Mr. Winston?”

A mix of regret and heartbreak crossed Laverne’s face as she waved her hand dismissively, sighing, “No need, she’ll tell Frederick herself in a couple of days”

Seeing no reason to pry further, Chuck guided Laverne into the elevator.

the

Laverne and Chuck left than Yuna began screaming, venting her frustrations and fears. Her hair was a disheveled mess, covering hatt

looked more horrifying than

for her phone. She finally found it under the bed, but her fear kept her

yes, I need to call…

explain her situation. “What do I do… Laverne knows! She knows everything… she’ll tell Frederick, I’ll die, I’ll really die… you have to help me! You said you would help me.” Yuna’s words were jumbled, illogical, but Hammond managed to understand the situation. After a moment of thought,

when Hammond laid out his

that was

than once or twice, do you need me to count them for you? What, thinking of being good? Too

“But…”

“Yuna!”

interrupted Yuna, his voice

to do this if I didn’t have a way out for you. Plus, Mr. Powell thinks highly

young mistress of the

determination, Hammond laughed satisfactorily,

successfully stirred Yuna’s competitive spirit, but she felt like her brain was about to explode