Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 580

Words failed to capture the turmoil raging within Frederick’s heart.

Jocelyn, on the other hand, was utterly baffled.

Ever since they’d moved into the Winston Estate, their paths crossed more frequently, but Marguerite was always hustling, leaving at dawn and returning well past dusk due to her demanding job.

In all honesty, Jocelyn and Hayes didn’t interact much.

Yet, the words Hayes had for Marguerite were undeniably the highest form of praise.

“Hayes, why would you say that?”

Hayes, hands jammed in his pockets, chin tilted up, appeared to be seriously pondering the question.

“Because… Aunt Marguerite is kind, thoughtful… sincere, and she cares about me…”

He articulated each thought as it came to him. He racked his brain for all of Marguerite’s virtues, wishing he could ascribe every splendid word in the world to her. But to Hayes, even those words seemed too shallow, hardly sufficient to express his true sentiments.

He sighed, resigning to a vague summation, “It’s just a feeling!”

Yes, a feeling! To him, Aunt Marguerite felt more like family than his own mother ever did!

emotion, her heart swelling with a sense

who treat them well. Hayes’ affection for

wasn’t easy. The warmth that Hayes’ actual mother Yuna had failed to provide,

heart ached even more

met Frederick’s gaze, her eyes slightly stinging, and asked, “You heard all that? You’re too stubborn. No matter the past grudges, for the sake of the child, it’s time to let go. And about the poisoning accusation against Marguerite, obviously there’s been a misunderstanding. Aren’t you going

in turmoil, his emotions unsettled after three long years, yet his mother was determinedly nudging

a thick fog of confusion and doubt.

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say I’d look into it,

Jocelyn challenged.

eyes were reddened, his demeanor

her know about what you’re doing for her? Listen, as someone who’s been through it all, you shouldn’t hide everything from her. Love is love. Don’t play

words were blunt. She had been caught between Marguerite and her son,

she wasn’t sure which was stronger in her son’s

to the Winston Estate, their daily

had to give him a push.

still linger, but