Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 421

Marguerite’s heart raced. Lifting her gaze abruptly, sure enough, she saw Frederick at the door, leading Hayes by the hand.

Frederick stood tall and imposing, exuding a potent aura of capability even in silence.

Jocelyn was checking their luggage, while Yuna, holding Manley’s hand, was looking at her in disbelief.

It took Marguerite at least half a minute to snap out of her stupor, her eyes instinctively seeking Maurice’s. Judging by his expression, he seemed oblivious to Frederick’s return.

Suddenly, Marguerite felt a premonition of bloodshed and turmoil looming ominously ahead.

Hayes had also noticed Marguerite. He broke free from Frederick’s grip, running towards Marguerite. Looking up at her with his round eyes, he radiated sincerity and anticipation.

Teresa watched the unexpected arrivals, her mind filled with questions. Grabbing Hayes’ hand, she couldn’t help but ask, “Little mute, why are you here?”

Hayes reluctantly tore his gaze away from Marguerite and earnestly answered Teresa, “Daddy said… Grandpa… is sick.”

Grandpa? Teresa’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, her mouth dropping open, “What? My grandpa, is he your grandpa too?”

speak again, Marguerite quickly covered her mouth, whispering, “Don’t ask. It’s complicated. Mommy will tell you later.”

arm towards

let me have a good

stiffened noticeably as she

to her full height, Jocelyn turned around, her gaze calm and gentle, and

in front of Powell’s wheelchair, her delicate hand resting gently on

Powell clutched her hand, his lips trembling

without a word… Did you know how heartbroken I was? You didn’t even

softly, “I’ve been helping Frederick. I didn’t

was clear that Jocelyn still held affection for Powell. However, she was no longer the docile woman she once was, and

confidence.

From the moment Jocelyn chose to leave

proved how much Frederick had flourished over the

on this, her

gaze remained fixed on Jocelyn and Powell, his expression