Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 90

Marguerite stared in disbelief at Laverne, trembling and almost unable to articulate her words."Granny, what about me? Me!"

She was so impatient that her face turned bright red. Her wide eyes were filled with an urgent desire to know more, leaving Laverne looking bewildered.

"What's wrong with you? Aren't you standing right here? I want to see my granddaughter. I want to see Yuna." Laverne spoke with a childlike stubbornness.

What?

Did Granny forget about her?

Laverne glanced at Marguerite with disgust, not caring how shocked she was. She scanned the room and her gaze quickly landed on a corner of the room.

"Yuna? Come, come quickly. I knew you wouldn’t leave me while I'm sick, why are you hiding over there. Hehe, my gazes are blurry, I didn't see you, don't be mad at me, come quickly."

Seeing Yuna, Laverne immediately beamed, waving her hands at her incessantly.

Yuna looked lost. Zoe quickly nudged her, and she walked up, completely baffled.

Finally at the bedside, Laverne grabbed Yuna's hand. Her surprised expression carried a sense of regained joy as she stared at Yuna without letting go.

"Yuna, I finally see you. I've missed you so much."

Yuna was awkward, "Granny... I missed you too."

The whole scene felt surreal to Marguerite, who stood there like a statue, staring blankly at the two of them.

Chuck was also dumbfounded, looking at Frederick with confusion, "Mr. Winston, what's happening?"

The man's gaze slightly hardened, and he looked at Marguerite in a questioning and angry tone, "What’s going on?"

What was going on?

Marguerite could only give a bitter smile.

She wanted to know more than anyone what was happening. Why did Granny forget about her the moment she woke up?

Marguerite was so agitated that her chest heaved rapidly. She didn't have time to respond to Frederick and immediately rushed to Laverne's bedside. She knelt on the ground, looking at Laverne with a pitiable and helpless expression.

"Granny. Don't you remember me? I'm Marguerite, your own granddaughter. I'm Marguerite."

Laverne looked at Marguerite and then at Yuna. She quickly pulled her arm out of Yuna's grasp, appearing puzzled by Marguerite's sudden actions.

"Who's Marguerite? My granddaughter doesn't look like you. I only have one granddaughter, and that's Yuna. Yuna is my granddaughter. My most beloved granddaughter."