Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 430

As Yuna left the staircase, Marguerite lovingly turned to Teresa, who barely reached her thigh in height, and lifted her up with a beaming smile.

“Sweetie, look at you, defending your mom like a brave little soldier!”

Teresa beamed even wider at the praise.

“Of course! Because I’m your little helper! I promised I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you!”

With that, Teresa tenderly held up Marguerite’s face and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.

They continued their happy conversation as they descended the stairs. But as they reached the main floor, a sudden shriek echoed from the kitchen. “Ouch! Who left oil all over the kitchen floor last night? I fell when I walked in!”

At Yuna’s cry, servants rushed to her aid. Yuna promptly pushed them away, “Back off, all of you! You’re ruining the crime scene!”

Upon hearing this, the servants hastily retreated, leaving the kitchen in a chaotic state.

Marguerite didn’t want to get involved in Yuna’s theatrics and headed for the door with Teresa in her arms.

was definitely off the table. But Marguerite couldn’t let Teresa go hungry; she needed to take

then, Yuna turned her fury on Marguerite, shrieking at her retreating figure, “Marguerite, stop right there! You and your

was speechless at her accuse. She wasn’t the one who cooked last night, and Yuna should be blaming Frederick for

tone flat, “Yes, we did

you hear that? She admitted to eating the

how could you?! You knew I was going to prepare breakfast this morning, so you spilled oil in the kitchen to make me fall, didn’t you? What did I

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echoed throughout the house, painting Marguerite as a wicked,

her daughter. Mr. Powell’s fondness for Teresa was the only reason Marguerite was tolerated. But Yuna intended to ruin Marguerite’s reputation within the household and make her life

of the servants began to

the oil? She seems so refined, wouldn’t stoop

Marguerite and Mr. Frederick had

That’s a complex!”

Once you’re in a wealthy household, even the most noble women

weep and wail, “My life is so wretched! It’s hard enough living under someone else’s roof, but to be harmed as well! Why is my

Yuna’s hysterics, the servants were at a loss.

Yuna wouldn’t let them near the ‘crime scene’. And if they didn’t do something, they risked disturbing the

of the commotion, Maurice was the first to be drawn by the