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.

one who was hit the hardest was the

down, what would happen

suppressed his pain, turned to the morgue attendant, and asked,

attendant sighed regretfully, his drooping

in good health. But she was scheduled for a check–up today. The doctor gave

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

gaze immediately landed

attendant had never seen such an intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he had said

could Marguerite possibly be

woman, she was more careful than anyone

could it

knew about the danger of mango,

What had gone wrong?

whispering to Marguerite, “The family

Marguerite, a mix of emotions filling him. She seemed not to hear

this, Chuck paused for a moment before saying to the nurse in a low voice, “Give her a little more

from the floor and appeared at the door Her tears had dried,

state, Frederick’s

quickly put his arm around Marguerite’s shoulders and started to walk upstairs with

difficulty, as if she had

picked her up by the waist and cared

certificate, too unfamiliar and too cold Marguerite’s eyes stung as she looked at