Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 761

Maggie's mind was practically short-circuited.

There, merely three steps away, lay Teresa and Frederick, yet her legs felt as though they were cemented to the floor, immovable.

She could hear Maurice's labored breathing, the noise from downstairs growing into a cacophonous blur.

She could even hear the buzzing in her brain as she turned to Maurice with a dazed expression, asking, "Who fired the shot!?"

Maurice lowered his eyelids, a heavy sigh escaping him, "Frederick."

Tears cascaded down Maggie's cheeks, her voice breaking amidst sobs, "Then who...who shot him?"

"It was me."

Maurice, clutching Teresa's fragile form, attempted to approach Maggie, but she shuddered, stepping back uncontrollably.

"Stay away!"

Her voice was a hoarse growl, an ominous warning, as she shielded her eyes, refusing to accept the reality unfolding before her.

It's all a lie! This can't be happening!

"Maggie..."

came back only

after the chip technology, casting aside even blood ties! I intended to confront him today,

Maggie felt

sound of sirens grew closer, but to Maggie, they became distant

in, speaking in hurried tones she couldn't grasp,

remained frozen, unable to process the

regain his composure, walking up to her and

my power to save Teresa, and I'll fight just as hard to save Frederick. Maggie, I want him to live...to atone for what he

medics, leaving

night was serene, the gentle breeze a small

horror that had unfolded, snapping Maggie back to a grim reality she wished was

be that returning to the neighborhood, sleeping off the shock, would make everything alright again? Would Frederick and Teresa

she moved like a zombie into the living room, clumsily colliding with the edge of the

clattered to the floor, shards cutting her legs and

at her feet, and through her haze, she

the column for the second party, "Frederick" was written in

Maurice's

back after three years to