Chapter 88
Bride Behind The Mask
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:
âMr. Winston. Marguerite used to be the adopted daughter of the Lockwood family, so technically, she should call my mom âGrannyâ. But my mom is not her biological granny.â
Marguerite was shocked.
How could Ablett have the audacity to say that? Calling Marguerite his adopted daughter? Or rather, former adopted daughter?
If Marguerite wasnât in her right mind at the moment, she would think she was going bonkers and heard wrong.
âYes, yes, yes, Marguerite is an adopted daughter, and thatâs all there is to it.â Zoe hurriedly stepped forward to explain.
Seeing these people she once called family â her parents and her sister â 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 Margueriteâs 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, âMr. Lockwood, your family is pretty good at lying off the cuff, huh? Leaving aside what exactly my relationship with you is, the fact is, Iâve lived with Granny since I was a kid, and thereâs no changing that. Iâve been the one taking care of her all along, how many times have any of you shown up? You just said youâve been looking for Granny? Thatâs a joke, did Granny disappear? If thatâs the case, let me ask the three of you: when did Granny disappear? And where did she disappear?â
Margueriteâs words were incisive, every sentence she uttered was powerful and hard to rebut.
Ablett and Zoeâs faces darkened to the extreme, Yuna quickly stepped in, shouting angrily. âIâm the one who lived with Granny, not you, and youâre the one whoâs lying.â
Marguerite smirked mockingly, clearly throwing the Lockwood family members off balance. She seized the opportunity to press on.
âWho exactly is lying, I think you all know better than me. Besides, why would I lie? Do I need to?â
Yuna staggered back half a step, her legs trembling, barely able to stand due to guilt.
Her peripheral vision caught Frederickâs 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 Margueriteâs sapphire necklace, replaced her identity, and worst of all, she had accidentally taken Laverneâs 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.
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.
âMarguerite, do you think everything you say stands? Do you have any proof to back up your claims or to prove that youâve 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 youâre letting your mouth run wild?â
After finishing, a hint of glee flashed across Yunaâs mind.
Grannyâs death was wellâtimed, now all secrets could be buried.
And from now on, no one could prove that Laverne was Margueriteâs 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 âwhat can you do to me?â
Unfortunately for her, the next second, a weak voice faintly reached everyoneâs ears: âIâm thirsty. I need water.â
Everyone stood up in surprise, all eyes turned towards the bed.
Laverne was still alive!?