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 see Lisette.

she found it odd, Marguerite wasn’t surprised.

unworthy of Maurice and was always difficult to deal with

the Winston Mansion, she probably didn’t even want

Lisette, Powell’s attitude towards her changed a lot

with his son, Powell’s

then that Marguerite approached him

added, “You guys can

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

had never lived in the Winston Mansion before and was naturally unfamiliar with the layout of

entering, she found the

a thousand square feet,

into a house dress from her suitcase. As soon as she finished changing, Maurice came in.

“Can’t you knock

Take good care of my father and don’t wander around. Otherwise, you can forget about hearing any

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

white teeth, “All I need to control is

she couldn’t

whittling down Marguerite’s resistance little by little, making