Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 89

Marguerite’s heart skipped a beat, then she spun around to see her grandma’s lips moving with difficulty. “Water. I need a drink.”

She seemed uncomfortable because of the tight oxygen mask. Her frail hands were fumbling with the straps.

Marguerite quickly held Laverne’s arm, she felt nervous and excited. “Don’t move, Grandma. Chuck, go get the doctor, quick.”

Chuck ran out of the room at her words.

At that moment, the usually silent Frederick walked briskly to Laverne, leaning down to softly ask, “How are you feeling, Grandma? Is there anywhere that’s particularly uncomfortable?”

Laverne slowly shook her head. “I have a headache. Did I sleep for a long time?”

Marguerite, holding Laverine’s hand full of needle marks, nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face. “Grandma, you’ve been unconscious for three months. You scared me to death.”

Then several doctors entered the room, forming a wall of people. They surrounded Laverne’s bed, conducting a thorough examination.

Outside the human wall, the Lockwood family members were dumbstruck, feeling both shocked and frightened.

Especially Yuna, she was speechless and numb, as if she had lost her voice and couldn’t utter a word.

How could this happen? She had injected all the sedative into Laverne’s body, choosing the most harmful arterial injection.

How did she not die? Why did she wake up?

It was over. Everything was over.

Grandma would definitely expose that Yuna injected her with drugs. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Back then, grandma was watching Yuna stuff her mouth and threatening her, her eyes filled with fear. Grandma would definitely not let her off.

Not only that, her secret of impersonating Marguerite would definitely be exposed.

It was over, completely over.

At that moment, the doctors had finished their thorough examination and removed Laverne’s oxygen mask.

“The patient is all right now, all her body indicators are normal, She will stay in the hospital overnight for observation. If there’s no problem tomorrow, she can be discharged.”

Marguerite quickly expressed her gratitude and, after escorting the doctor out of the ward, hurriedly approached Laverne’s bedside, anxiously asking, “Grandma, you finally woke up. You scared me to death, you know?”

Laverne stared at Marguerite, “I want to drink water.”

“Alright, I’ll get you some water.”

Before she could finish speaking, Frederick handed a cup of water over. Marguerite quickly raised the back of the bed, allowing grandma to lean against the head of the bed. carefully feeding her the water.

Watching all this, a dark glint flashed in Frederick’s eyes.

Her movements were smooth and natural, and her concern for Laverne was genuine.

Especially the scene at the door of the operating room just now, how could anyone be so upset if not for a loved one?

On the other hand, the three members of the Lockwood family had been standing in a corner, keeping their distance ever since Laverne regained consciousness.

This abnormal behavior made Frederick take a second look.

Yuna’s guilty look caught Frederick’s sharp eyes, and she was so scared that she unconsciously gripped Zoe’s arm tightly.

The family’s faces were as pale as death, apparently prepared for the worst.

But they never expected what was about to happen.

After drinking a cup of water, a touch of color returned to Laverne’s pale cheeks.

“Thank you for taking care of me. Can you bother to get my granddaughter for me? Her name is Yuna and she lives on Cedarbrook Street. I miss her.”

Laverne looked at Marguerite with gratitude, but with a hint of unfamiliarity.

As if she had never seen Marguerite before.