Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 706

On the phone, things were just too murky to explain, so Marguerite dropped Abbey a line, saying she was heading over to the police station to see her.

She arrived in no time, eager to spill everything about Yuna's recent odd behavior and her own suspicions.

Abbey lifted her eyelids, showing a face full of disbelief. Then, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her gaze sharpening as she pondered.

"Ms. Lockwood, you mean to tell me Penelope's death has something to do with Yuna?"

Marguerite's throat was dry as she nodded, but Abbey's expression was somewhat amused, as if she doubted Marguerite's story. She quickly had a colleague pour her a glass of water, but Marguerite didn't drink it.

"Ms. Abbey, if Yuna hasn't done anything wrong, why would she be so terrified of Penelope after having these hallucinations? Penelope was her mother, for heaven's sake!"

Abbey placed a hand on Marguerite's shoulder, explaining methodically:

speaking, Yuna having hallucinations is likely a psychological issue

with worry. She had thought the same before, but Yuna's behavior was growing increasingly bizarre. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have harbored such suspicions. But she couldn't just act out Yuna's behavior in front of Ms. Abbey. That would be crazy, right? Her frustration

details of

Penelope was out in the countryside. Hackett said she was dealing with the aftermath of a factory fire. Then we checked the surveillance footage and

in the countryside? Marguerite's drinking paused, and she nearly choked in

puzzled. Marguerite

hospital? That wasn't within the scope

"The night of the fire, Yuna was burned and admitted to the countryside hospital. The next day, Penelope had a car accident on a mountain road nearby! How can

investigate. But the nurses and the doctors all confirmed that Yuna was in the hospital when Penelope had

too late to check

for 15 days, and it's been longer than that

Abbey, please, I'm begging you, better safe than