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?”

was about to speak again, Marguerite quickly covered her mouth, whispering, “Don’t ask. It’s complicated. Mommy will

a wheelchair, extended a shaky arm towards the door. His face was a picture of

Jocelyn… come, let me have a good look

noticeably as she checked the luggage.

height, Jocelyn turned around, her gaze calm

wheelchair, her delicate hand resting gently on his knee.

hand, his lips trembling

without a word… Did you know how heartbroken I was? You didn’t even let us

smiled softly, “I’ve been helping Frederick. I

was no longer the docile woman she once was, and now held a

confidence.

this confidence came from Frederick. From the moment Jocelyn chose to leave Stonebridge City with

indirectly proved how much Frederick had

on this, her gaze lingering on Frederick.

on Jocelyn and Powell,

moment, Marguerite could feel the deep-seated hatred Frederick harbored for