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 the woman

what would

pain, turned to the morgue attendant, and asked, in an icy tone, “What

his drooping features showing

was in good health. But she was scheduled for a check–up today. The doctor gave her a laxative injection last night. But

didn’t know or if her granddaughter was irresponsible, but the old lady ate a mango and

hearing this, Frederick’s piercing gaze immediately

intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he had said wrong, and shut his

Marguerite possibly

of the woman, she was more careful than anyone else

it be her

the danger of mango,

What had gone wrong?

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

a mix of emotions filling him. She seemed not to hear the nurse’s words, continuing to murmur Laveme’s

Chuck paused for a moment before saying to the nurse in a low voice,

up from the floor and appeared at the door Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still red and swollen. Let’s ga I’ll go

Marguente’s state,

arm around Marguerite’s shoulders

unsteady, moving forward with difficulty, as if

decisively picked her up by the waist and cared her

cold Marguerite’s eyes stung as she looked at it. She held the pen in her hand but couldn’t bring