Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 720

Meanwhile, at the Stonebridge City Cemetery.

All the guests who had come to pay their respects were in place, and the funeral director had timed everything perfectly to start the burial ceremony at 10 a.m. sharp.

Robert knelt in front of Penelope's gravestone, watching her crystal casket lower into the grave, and quietly stared at his mother's photograph. He didn't say a word, nor did he shed a tear. But Marguerite felt that his silhouette was exceptionally bleak and lonely.

The winter chill was always biting, and as the wind blew, it whipped up a flurry of dried leaves, adding a somber and oppressive atmosphere to the cemetery. Even after all the guests had paid their respects and left, Robert remained kneeling there, in silent solitude. Miley, looking on, felt a profound sadness, leaning on Jocelyn's shoulder, silently sobbing.

Frederick laid down a bunch of daisies, and after bowing, Chuck approached to remind him, "Mr. Winston, we need to head to the airport now." Frederick nodded slightly, then looked back at Marguerite with concern. Seeing her in tears, he reached out to gently wipe them away.

"Should I go?" he asked.

Marguerite sniffled, "Yes."

Whatever you plan to do,

seemed Frederick had

a time like this? Don't worry,

She had wanted him to witness Yuna being brought

supporting Hackett, emerged from the back seat. Half a month had passed, and Hackett had aged considerably, his formerly robust frame

Robert quickly stood and carefully helped Hackett to the gravestone. The old man cried out in sorrow, leaning on Penelope's gravestone,

you've really gone... you've

filled with immense pain, tugging at everyone's heartstrings. But Marguerite's gaze was fixed on Yuna. She stood at the edge, clearly reluctant, as if she had a strong aversion to Penelope's gravestone. Especially her evasive gaze, as if fearing Penelope would rise from her grave to