Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 466

At that moment, all eyes in the living room were fixed on Yuna.

Powell Winston occupied the prime spot on the sofa, his right leg encased in a plaster cast resting on the coffee table, his left hand gripping a cane, and his eyes wide and intense.

Lisette lounged with one leg crossed over the other, lazily shelling pumpkin seeds, seemingly delighted by the unfolding drama.

Jocelyn sat on the other end of the sofa, her gaze lowered as she knitted a scarf, as if she’d grown accustomed to such family spectacles.

And then there was Frederick, positioned directly in front of Yuna, his expression unreadable, his silence and lofty demeanor terrifying.

“Freddie, please forgive me! My dealings with Barnes were purely financial, I swear that was it!

He threatened me, Freddie, otherwise I’d never have gotten involved with him in any way!

Before you came back, I confessed to Jocelyn and Lisette, I promised Uncle Powell, I won’t let anything like this happen again! Please, Freddie, won’t you forgive me?”

Actually, Yuna had been on her knees in the living room for quite some time.

This tactic was something her mother, Zoe, had advised.

After all, first impressions are powerful, so once she came home, she immediately explained the situation to Jocelyn and Powell, expressing her deep regret.

Of course, the full truth was neatly omitted.

She only needed to emphasize the threat from Barnes, to stir up sympathy from the family elders, and then earnestly express her remorse. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

With that, as long as someone spoke up for her, Frederick, under familial pressure, might be compelled to forgive her.

And sure enough, Lisette, with a sly undertone, chimed in while cracking seeds, “Freddie, don’t be petty. The poor girl is apologizing so sincerely. What can’t you forgive? Come on now, get up from there, stop kneeling!”

Yuna, with tears that could evoke pity in the devil himself, kept shaking her head, “No! If Freddie doesn’t forgive me, I won’t get up!”

Throughout this, Frederick remained silent.

Yuna’s wailing only intensified the revulsion inside him. It was as if a fierce flame was smoldering in his chest, ready to reduce the wretched woman to ashes the next second.

“I underestimated you,” he said coldly, his voice not loud but filled with intimidating authority.

“Do you really think this act will make me overlook everything? Yuna, you keep pushing my limits. Don’t you think you’re getting a bit too bold?” Tears surged uncontrollably from Yuna’s eyes as she crawled to Frederick’s feet, clutching desperately at his legs, “No, Freddie! I didn’t! It’s just self-loathing and fear! I know I’ve disappointed you with my foolish actions, that’s why I sought everyone’s forgiveness!

I want you to see my sincerity and my resolve to repent! Please, Freddie, can’t you forgive me?”

Mr. Powell, who had been observing from the sidelines, could no longer stand the spectacle. He slammed his cane down with a thud, his eyes wide with anger, “Enough! Get up from there! What do you think you are doing?”

Lisette, not one to miss stirring the pot, added her two cents, “Exactly! Come on, Frederick, she can’t keep kneeling like this. People might think we’re some heartless family! Tell her to stand up already, don’t waste our time.”

Marguerite watched silently from the corner, only able to see Frederick’s back, clueless about his expression. Yet, she understood his mood very well.

There’s an old saying, don’t judge another people’s wrongs without walking in their shoes, don’t preach goodness without knowing their struggles.

If she were in his shoes, her rage would have already reached a boiling point, yet here were a bunch of onlookers, ignorant of the truth, urging him to take the moral high ground.

was a suffocating and frustrating feeling.

Although Frederick never took Mr. Powell or Lisette’s words to heart, he was annoyed.

Further provoked by Yuna’s outburst, Frederick’s displeasure was indescribable.

He coldly withdrew his leg from Yuna’s grasp, his sharp jawline like a blade, cruel and intimidating, “Whether I forgive you depends on your actions,” Upon hearing this, Yuna’s tear-filled eyes suddenly sparkled with hope.

Fantastic! She knew the tactic her mother taught her would work! Freddie was finally going to forgive her!