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.

who was hit the hardest was the woman before

down, what would happen

his pain, turned to the morgue attendant, and asked, in an

regretfully, his drooping

for a check–up today. The doctor

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 close

Frederick’s piercing gaze immediately landed on the

intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he

could Marguerite possibly

she was more careful than anyone else when it came to matters

could it be her

danger of mango, she certainly

What had gone wrong?

nurse rushed over and stood at the door, whispering to Marguerite, “The family of Laverne,

She seemed

Chuck paused for a moment before saying to the nurse in a

and appeared at the door Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still red

Marguente’s state, Frederick’s heart

his arm around Marguerite’s shoulders and started

unsteady, moving forward with difficulty, as if she

her up by the waist and cared her

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