Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 88

Upon hearing this, Ablett immediately stepped up like he was the one in charge.

After all, being the head of the Lockwood family and the elder of everyone present, he believed that his words held some weight.

So he cleared his throat and turned to Frederick with a congenial smile:

“Mr. Winston. Marguerite used to be the adopted daughter of the Lockwood family, so technically, she should call my mom ‘Granny‘. But my mom is not her biological granny.”

Marguerite was shocked.

How could Ablett have the audacity to say that? Calling Marguerite his adopted daughter? Or rather, former adopted daughter?

If Marguerite wasn’t in her right mind at the moment, she would think she was going bonkers and heard wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes, Marguerite is an adopted daughter, and that’s all there is to it.” Zoe hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Seeing these people she once called family – her parents and her sister – only left Marguerite with a sense of desolation.

They were all part of the Lockwood family, yet she was heartlessly abandoned.

Even worse, that day in the warehouse at Marina Shores Village, they even tried to take Marguerite’s life, leaving her to fend for herself in a dump.

Now they even schemed to snatch away Granny from Marguerite.

That was her only family. How could Marguerite stand for this?

With a cold laugh, she sarcastically applauded and stepped forward, “Mr. Lockwood, your family is pretty good at lying off the cuff, huh? Leaving aside what exactly my relationship with you is, the fact is, I’ve lived with Granny since I was a kid, and there’s no changing that. I’ve been the one taking care of her all along, how many times have any of you shown up? You just said you’ve been looking for Granny? That’s a joke, did Granny disappear? If that’s the case, let me ask the three of you: when did Granny disappear? And where did she disappear?”

Marguerite’s words were incisive, every sentence she uttered was powerful and hard to rebut.

Ablett and Zoe’s faces darkened to the extreme, Yuna quickly stepped in, shouting angrily. “I’m the one who lived with Granny, not you, and you’re the one who’s lying.”

Marguerite smirked mockingly, clearly throwing the Lockwood family members off balance. She seized the opportunity to press on.

“Who exactly is lying, I think you all know better than me. Besides, why would I lie? Do I need to?”

Yuna staggered back half a step, her legs trembling, barely able to stand due to guilt.

Her peripheral vision caught Frederick’s face, and she noticed that his expression had turned absolutely dreadful. She suddenly felt a surge of hostility coming from behind her.

If Freddie knew about all this, he would definitely kill her.

She had taken Marguerite’s sapphire necklace, replaced her identity, and worst of all, she had accidentally taken Laverne’s life.

Any of these would be enough to provoke his rage.

The man sitting behind her was none other than the ruthless Frederick of Stonebridge City. The man she desperately wanted to marry by any means necessary.

For the sake of marrying him, Yuna had come this far, there was no turning back for her now. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Gathering her composure. Yuna clenched her fists tightly, glaring furiously at Laverne on the sickbed.

Since Granny had passed away, she would make sure Marguerite had no evidence to prove anything.

“Marguerite, do you think everything you say stands? Do you have any proof to back up your claims or to prove that you’ve been living with my granny since you were a child? Is it because you saw Granny in this state and knew there would be no way to refute your claims so you’re letting your mouth run wild?”

After finishing, a hint of glee flashed across Yuna’s mind.

Granny’s death was well–timed, now all secrets could be buried.

And from now on, no one could prove that Laverne was Marguerite’s granny.

Even though Marguerite was explaining, as long as Yuna and her parents kept denying, Marguerite would be wronged.

Thinking of this, Yuna looked at Marguerite arrogantly, a smug look on her face as if to say “what can you do to me?”

Unfortunately for her, the next second, a weak voice faintly reached everyone’s ears: “I’m thirsty. I need water.”

Everyone stood up in surprise, all eyes turned towards the bed.

Laverne was still alive!?