Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 421

Marguerite’s heart raced. Lifting her gaze abruptly, sure enough, she saw Frederick at the door, leading Hayes by the hand.

Frederick stood tall and imposing, exuding a potent aura of capability even in silence.

Jocelyn was checking their luggage, while Yuna, holding Manley’s hand, was looking at her in disbelief.

It took Marguerite at least half a minute to snap out of her stupor, her eyes instinctively seeking Maurice’s. Judging by his expression, he seemed oblivious to Frederick’s return.

Suddenly, Marguerite felt a premonition of bloodshed and turmoil looming ominously ahead.

Hayes had also noticed Marguerite. He broke free from Frederick’s grip, running towards Marguerite. Looking up at her with his round eyes, he radiated sincerity and anticipation.

Teresa watched the unexpected arrivals, her mind filled with questions. Grabbing Hayes’ hand, she couldn’t help but ask, “Little mute, why are you here?”

Hayes reluctantly tore his gaze away from Marguerite and earnestly answered Teresa, “Daddy said… Grandpa… is sick.”

Grandpa? Teresa’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, her mouth dropping open, “What? My grandpa, is he your grandpa too?”

to speak again, Marguerite

moment, Powell, seated in a wheelchair, extended a shaky arm towards the door. His face was

dear Jocelyn… come, let me have

stiffened noticeably as she checked

turned around, her gaze calm and gentle,

Powell’s wheelchair, her delicate hand resting gently

her hand, his lips trembling as

you been these years? You left without a word… Did you know how heartbroken I was? You didn’t even let us know when

softly, “I’ve been helping Frederick. I

still held affection for Powell. However, she was no longer the docile woman she

confidence.

to leave Stonebridge City with Frederick, she

Frederick had flourished over

on this, her gaze

on Jocelyn and Powell,

deep-seated hatred