Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 659

Before Marguerite could even react, Frederick had swiftly pulled her behind him, his piercing black eyes filled with a threatening glare directed at Yuna.

"Don't make me hit you!"

Yuna, seemingly driven mad with grief, yelled back at Frederick, "Freddie, how can you still defend Marguerite at a time like this? It was my mom who fell into the river! My mom is dead! How long are you going to keep siding with her?"

As Yuna spoke, she burst into tears and ran to support Hackett.

"Dad! Mom's death has to be connected to Marguerite! We can't let her get away with this! She was my mom, my real mom!"

At that moment, Hackett was overcome with grief, clutching his chest, trembling, and too distressed to utter a word.

Robert, seeing this, pushed Yuna away, his own sorrow amplified by Yuna's outburst, turning into raging anger.

"Mom hasn't even been found yet, and you're in such a hurry to tell the whole world she's dead? Can you just shut up?"

Seeing that no one was willing to stand up for her, not even Hackett, Yuna was completely infuriated.

still standing in front of Marguerite, she lunged at Marguerite

to react, immediately stopped

The murderer is right there, and you're arresting

However, we can't just accuse someone without a proper investigation. Moreover, there's no evidence linking her to the incident. Given the rural, winding roads, and the blizzard last night, it's very

can it just be a tragic accident? She called my mom, and then my

of this is speculation at this point. We're not ruling out other possibilities. Rest assured, we will

last call the

Marguerite nodded meekly, "Yes."

to come with us to the station to give a

Frederick, with a fierce look, blocked the officer's

"We'll do it here."

at the emotionally charged Yuna, paused, and then explained in a lower voice, "Mr. Winston, under these circumstances, that might not be advisable. Don't

overwhelming sadness at the moment that clouded her judgment, but she felt there was a tender

his cold, large hand. "Don't worry,

tightened, and then he swiftly took off his black coat

shoulders, a gesture