Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Yuna was super stoked about Frederick taking her to meet his folks. It was clearly a sign he was getting serious about her.

Holy moly!

What a mega surprise.

She wished she could spill the beans to Marguerite right now.

So what if Marguerite lived with Frederick? Who cared if he splashed out half a mil on clothes for her?

She was going to meet Frederick's family, a privilege Marguerite could only dream of.

Yuna was so overwhelmed by this sudden happiness that she lost her composure, to the point where she even ignored the familiar surroundings.

Soon they were standing by a ward room door. As Frederick reached to open it. Yuna felt even more shy, saying, "Frederick, I never thought you'd take me to meet..."

The door swung open.

Yuna clammed up.

The frail figure on the hospital bed was indeed Laverne.

Yuna could hardly believe her eyes. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, causing her thoughts and actions to freeze in an instant.

Frederick's surprise was Laverne?

Surprise, my foot!

This was a shocker.

"I've been secretly looking for your grandma. I didn't tell you because I was afraid I wouldn't replace her and disappoint you."

Yuna turned as pale as a sheet, breaking out in cold sweat.

She stood rooted to the spot, before it finally hit her she hadn't reacted. She threw herself at Laverne, crying her eyes out.

"Grandma! Wake up, grandma! It's Yuna, I came to see you. Why are you in bed? What happened? I'm sorry, grandma, for not replaceing you sooner. Grandma!" How could Laverne, on the brink of death, know she was being used by her own granddaughter?

Yuna's acting was top-notch, tugging at heartstrings.

Frederick stepped up, worried that Laverne's frail body couldn't handle Yuna's outburst. He quickly grabbed Yuna's hands.

His gaze flickered over Laverne's pale face.

The face, filled with wrinkles, vaguely resembled the one from fifteen years ago, but now it appeared even older and more fragile.

It seemed that Yuna was indeed the little girl from fifteen years ago,

"You were only seven when you gave me bread and your grandma was standing at the door of the old house, giving me

hot soup. That's why I always remember her face. I just didn't expect she'd aged so much."

Yuna froze at his words and suddenly threw herself into Frederick's arms.

He actually remembered the old crone's face?

This was a disaster.

Laverne and Marguerite had been living together. In Yuna's memory, Laverine was weak but her memory was sharp.

If she woke up and talked to Frederick, the jig would be up.

Frederick patted her back, assuming she was shocked by the news of her grandma's illness, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help treat your grandma's

illness."

"Thank you, Frederick, I believe... I believe you can cure my grandma."

Yuna's chin rested on Frederick's shoulder, her eyes flashing with deep malice.

No, she absolutely could not let this old woman wake up.