Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 261

By the time Frederick rushed to the hospital, Laveme’s body was already chilling in the morgue.

Laveme was now lying there, her eyes closed, her body cold and stiff

Marguente was kneeling on the floor, staring at her grandmother’s face over and over again, muttering, “Granny, granny, look at me…”

Tears rained down on Laveme’s face, slipping from her cheeks without pause.

“Granny, it’s me, Marguente Look at me. I’m wearing the pretty dress you bought for me. Just open your eyes for a moment, just a moment…”

Frederick and Chuck were standing at the door, their hearts aching

They ached for Marguente, but even more for Laverne

Laverne wasn’t Frederick’s biological grandmother, but she had saved him and his mother’s lives fifteen years ago, along with Yuna

He still remembered the warm bowl of soup she gave him.

Having lived in Sapphire Valley Estates for so long, he had long considered her his own grandmother.

He was deeply pained but he couldn’t break down at this moment.

the hardest was

broke down, what would happen to

asked,

regretfully, his drooping features

the old lady was in good health. But she was scheduled for a check–up today. The doctor gave her a laxative

know or if her granddaughter was irresponsible, but the old lady ate a mango and suffered a sudden asphyxiation! I heard that when she died, she kept her eyes open, refusing to

this, Frederick’s piercing gaze

intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing

could Marguerite possibly be

was more careful

it be

about the danger of mango, she certainly wouldn’t have

What had gone wrong?

at the door, whispering to Marguerite, “The family of Laverne, it’s time to go upstairs to sign her death

him. She seemed not to hear the nurse’s words, continuing to

to the nurse in a low voice, “Give her

at the door Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still red and swollen. Let’s ga

Marguente’s state,

his arm around Marguerite’s shoulders and started

moving forward with difficulty, as if she

decisively picked her up by the waist

unfamiliar and too cold Marguerite’s eyes stung as she looked at it. She held