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.

hit the hardest was the

he broke down, what

morgue attendant, and asked, in an icy tone,

regretfully, his drooping features

scheduled for a check–up today. The doctor gave her a laxative injection last night. But after taking the medicine, she couldn’t

was irresponsible, but the old lady ate a mango and suffered a sudden asphyxiation! I

piercing gaze immediately landed on

gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he had

Marguerite

he knew of the woman, she was more careful than anyone else when it came

could it

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

What had gone wrong?

door, whispering to Marguerite, “The family of Laverne, it’s time to go

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

saying to the nurse in a low voice, “Give her

Marguerite stood up from the floor and appeared at the door Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still

state,

around Marguerite’s shoulders and started

difficulty, as if she had

up by the waist and cared her

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