Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 420

Quickly, Marguerite dismissed the thought from her mind.

For Frederick, every member of the Winston family was someone he despised to his bones.

Therefore, how could he possibly return to the Winston Mansion because of Powell’s illness?

Marguerite didn’t linger on this thought. She and the servants began to pack their luggage quickly, while Teresa was busily packing her own snacks. An hour later, they had everything sorted out and were at the Winston Mansion.

As soon as they walked in, they saw Powell sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a servant into the front hall.

The sight of Powell filled Teresa with excitement and anticipation, “Grandpa! Grandpa!”

*Teresa! Come here! I’ve missed you so much since you haven’t visited for a while!”

Teresa and Powell hugged each other happily. Teresa wanted to climb onto Powell’s lap, but seeing his knee in a plaster, she had to give up the idea.

“Grandpa, does your foot hurt? I will blow it to make it better!”

Teresa said, pouting and immediately blowing on Powell’s knee, making him laugh heartily with her adorable antics.

Maurice went up to examine Powell’s condition, while Marguerite stood idly by.

she didn’t

found it odd, Marguerite wasn’t surprised.

and was always difficult to deal with whenever they

moving into the Winston Mansion, she probably didn’t even want to see her.

Lisette, Powell’s attitude towards her changed a lot after she gave

with his son, Powell’s gaze fell

that Marguerite approached him and obediently said, ” Mr. Powell.”

added, “You guys can continue talking. I’m going upstairs

we have prepared a room for you.

the Winston Mansion before and was naturally unfamiliar

found the room surprisingly large.

the bedroom that was nearly a thousand square feet, it

dress from her suitcase. As soon as she

“Can’t you knock

father and don’t

argue. She sneered, “You’ve sold my only company. Where could I possibly run to? Besides, you are just worried that

white teeth, “All I need to control

Marguerite was furious, but she couldn’t find the words to

whittling down Marguerite’s resistance little by little, making her gradually