Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 567

Manley was a mess, sobbing so hard he could barely catch his breath. His face was a blend of tears and snot, a picture of utter distress.

Frederick pulled out a tissue and stepped forward to clean Manley’s face, casting a glance at Yuna. His gaze softened as he looked back at Manley, “Manley, let’s talk this out, buddy. No lying, okay?”

Manley shook his head like a tambourine, his eyes wide with fear as tears continued to stream down his face, “Daddy, I’m not lying! Auntie Marguerite… she hit me again last night! I didn’t sleep a wink! Waaah-”

“Did you hear that, Freddie? Manley said Auntie Marguerite hit him. How can you keep defending her? He’s my kid, how can I stand by while he’s being bullied?”

But the look Frederick gave Yuna was one of growing disgust, “He’s my son, and of course, it breaks my heart to see him like this. But I will not tolerate you, filling his head with nonsense!”

Yuna was consumed with guilt. Freddie hadn’t believed her yesterday, so she had no choice but to resort to desperate measures! Not only did she up the dose of the medication, but she also had the heart to lay a heavy hand on Manley!

all this, why was Freddie

hand, was taken aback. Naturally, she was heartbroken and anxious about Manley’s condition.

she thought back to what Miley had

Frederick actually loved her, and he just didn’t realize

in turmoil, a tangled mess. Unsure of how to clear her

her composure. With a howl, she burst into tears, her display as dramatic as it was intense, “It’s so unfair, Freddie! If it’s as you say, that Manley’s accusations against Auntie Marguerite are the result of my influence, then after your warning yesterday morning, I would never have continued! But Manley still says the same things today. That proves I wasn’t fabricating anything! It must be… it must be because Marguerite thinks you haven’t caught on

were inflammatory, and some of the servants who didn’t know better

Frederick maintained an intense gaze with Yuna, his eyes

already lying, felt even more quilty under

lowered her eyelids, and her dried-up tear ducts managed to squeeze out more

screamed, “Mommy, don’t hold me! It hurts… it hurts so

an exaggerated motion, and she quickly placed Manley on his toddler bed, swiftly rolling up