Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 466

At that moment, all eyes in the living room were fixed on Yuna.

Powell Winston occupied the prime spot on the sofa, his right leg encased in a plaster cast resting on the coffee table, his left hand gripping a cane, and his eyes wide and intense.

Lisette lounged with one leg crossed over the other, lazily shelling pumpkin seeds, seemingly delighted by the unfolding drama.

Jocelyn sat on the other end of the sofa, her gaze lowered as she knitted a scarf, as if she’d grown accustomed to such family spectacles.

And then there was Frederick, positioned directly in front of Yuna, his expression unreadable, his silence and lofty demeanor terrifying.

“Freddie, please forgive me! My dealings with Barnes were purely financial, I swear that was it!

He threatened me, Freddie, otherwise I’d never have gotten involved with him in any way!

Before you came back, I confessed to Jocelyn and Lisette, I promised Uncle Powell, I won’t let anything like this happen again! Please, Freddie, won’t you forgive me?”

on her knees in the living room

was something her mother, Zoe, had advised.

powerful, so once she came home, she immediately explained the situation to Jocelyn and Powell, expressing her deep

course, the full truth

to emphasize the threat from Barnes, to stir up

her, Frederick,

enough, Lisette, with a sly undertone, chimed in while cracking seeds, “Freddie, don’t be petty. The poor girl

shaking her head,

Frederick

fierce flame was smoldering in his chest, ready to reduce the wretched woman to ashes the

his voice not loud but filled

you’re getting a bit too bold?” Tears surged uncontrollably from Yuna’s eyes as she crawled to Frederick’s feet, clutching desperately at his legs, “No, Freddie! I didn’t! It’s just self-loathing and fear! I know I’ve disappointed

you to see my sincerity and my resolve to repent! Please, Freddie,

been observing from the sidelines, could no longer stand the spectacle. He slammed his cane down with a thud, his eyes wide with anger, “Enough! Get up from there! What

to miss stirring the pot, added her two cents, “Exactly! Come on, Frederick, she can’t keep kneeling like this. People might think we’re some heartless family! Tell her to stand up already, don’t waste