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.

didn’t

it odd, Marguerite wasn’t surprised.

thought Marguerite was unworthy of Maurice and was always difficult to deal with whenever they met. Marguerite knew exactly how much Lisette despised her.

into the Winston Mansion,

Powell’s attitude towards her changed a lot after

son, Powell’s

approached him and obediently said,

in acknowledgment, and Marguerite quickly added, “You guys can continue talking. I’m going upstairs

forward, “Ms. Lockwood, we have prepared a room for you.

before and was naturally unfamiliar with the layout

the room

a thousand square feet, it was a two-bedroom suite.

picked a room and changed into a house dress from her suitcase. As soon as she

crossly, “Can’t you

father and don’t wander around. Otherwise, you can forget about hearing any news about our son.”

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

white teeth, “All I need to control is

was furious, but she couldn’t find

at whittling down Marguerite’s resistance little