Chuck instantly complied, bringing Laverne’s body to the morgue. Meanwhile, Frederick returned to the office to continue his work.
Over the past few days, Maurice had been quiet. Although Fragrance Finesse had suffered minor damages, Frederick couldn't afford to let his guard down.
Maurice's tactics were ruthlessly cunning, something Frederick had personally experienced. He attacked when least expected. Frederick couldn't predict Maurice's next move, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. His only option was to stay vigilant.
After a long day, Frederick returned to the manor around eight in the evening. Marguerite was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a television series that Laverne had been watching.
Despite the comedy genre, a gloomy atmosphere hovered around Marguerite. The apple pie Sadie had baked for her remained untouched.
Frederick approached the couch, resting his hands on the back. He leaned over to discuss with Marguerite, "Grandma's body has been taken to the morgue. The funeral will be held next week."
The word "funeral" was heavy, despite Frederick's attempts to soften it. Marguerite's back stiffened.
She forced a smile, her face blank, "Okay."
Frederick gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Marguerite suddenly turned to him, "Can I wear the white dress grandma bought for me at the funeral?"
Traditionally, black attire was expected at funerals. But Frederick agreed, understanding that Marguerite didn't want the occasion to be too somber.
Laverne had always been a cheerful spirit. Wearing the dress would be a comforting thought for her, even in the afterlife.
Marguerite didn't feel like talking anymore. She checked the time, stood up and started towards the stairs.
As she passed by, Frederick held her hand, "Where are you going? The finale is about to start, aren't you watching?"
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