Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 90

Marguerite stared in disbelief at Laverne, trembling and almost unable to articulate her words.“Granny, what about me? Me!”

She was so impatient that her face turned bright red. Her wide eyes were filled with an urgent desire to know more, leaving Laverne looking bewildered.

“What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you standing right here? I want to see my granddaughter. I want to see Yuna.” Laverne spoke with a childlike stubbornness.

What?

Did Granny forget about her?

Laverne glanced at Marguerite with disgust, not caring how shocked she was. She scanned the room and her gaze quickly landed on a corner of the room.

“Yuna? Come, come quickly. I knew you wouldn’t leave me while I’m sick, why are you hiding over there. Hehe, my gazes are blurry, I didn’t see you, don’t be mad at me, come quickly.”

Seeing Yuna, Laverne immediately beamed, waving her hands at her incessantly.

Yuna looked lost. Zoe quickly nudged her, and she walked up, completely baffled.

Finally at the bedside, Laverne grabbed Yuna’s hand. Her surprised expression carried a sense of regained joy as she stared at Yuna without letting go.

“Yuna, I finally see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

was awkward, “Granny… I

surreal to Marguerite, who stood there

was also dumbfounded, looking at Frederick with confusion, “Mr.

and he looked at Marguerite in a questioning

What was going on?

only give a

wanted to know more than anyone what was happening. Why did Granny

to respond to Frederick and immediately rushed to Laverne’s bedside. She knelt on the ground. looking at Laverne with a pitiable

remember me? I’m Marguerite, your

quickly pulled her arm out of Yuna’s grasp, appearing puzzled by Marguerite’s sudden

look like you. I only have one granddaughter, and that’s

this, Marguerite

by confusion. Her expression was darker than a cloudy

on earth was

helped Marguerite up from the floor, looked at Laverne, and asked gently, “How many granddaughters do you

name is

Chuck could ask another question,

with Yuna

Marguerite? Do you remember Mr.

dismissively, “Him adopting a child is his business, I’ve always