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.

Frederick still standing in front of Marguerite, she lunged at Marguerite

quick to react,

me go! What are you cops even good for? The murderer is right there, and

distress. 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,

just be a tragic accident? She called

point. We're not ruling out other possibilities. Rest

"The last call the victim

Marguerite nodded meekly, "Yes."

with us to the station

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

"We'll do it here."

and then explained in a lower voice, "Mr. Winston, under these circumstances, that might not be advisable. Don't worry, we won't harm her, but we do need to follow procedure. Please, Mr. Winston, cooperate with our

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

squeezed his cold, large hand. "Don't worry, I'll

lips tightened, and then he swiftly took

Marguerite's slender shoulders, a gesture