Chapter 132

Frederick bolted out the back door. By the time Marguerite chased after him, all she saw was his taillights disappearing into the night.

His abrupt departure left her flabbergasted. She even took a tumble, but he didn’t stop.

Her gown was torn, her delicate skin scraped raw. The pain made her arm and hand burn.

Picking herself up off the ground, she kicked off her high heels and began the challenging trek outside the mansion.

Luckily, the Winston Mansion wasn’t far from the city. Marguerite quickly hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address to Sapphire Valley Estates.

The driver glanced at Marguerite through the rearview mirror, his eyes widened in surprise.

His shock wasn’t unwarranted. Marguerite’s white gown was stained and torn in places from her fall. Plus, she’d been running barefoot, her feet bloody.

The sight was heartbreaking.

For Marguerite, her usual strong facade was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her slender shoulders trembling with her sobs.

arrived at the entrance of Sapphire

voice choked with tears,

hastily got out of the car, pushed open the black iron gates, and ran

very heart of the

she wasn’t even sure why she was so desperate to explain, but she followed that

emotional foundation between her and Frederick, she could

But she was wrong.

Frederick found out she was pregnant, the moment he coldly asked, “Do you have any dignity left,” she felt a pain so deep she

didn’t want Frederick to misunderstand, so she had to tell him the truth about

her or not, she had to

the villa finally

she knocked on

the door and was startled at her appearance, “Marguerite, what happened

“Where’s Frederick?

quickly blocked her path, “Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston doesn’t

then turned to Chuck desperately, “I

your belly isn’t Mr. Winston’s. What else do you want to say? He’s

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