Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 566

Manley was on the brink of calling her the “bitch”. That’s what his mommy had taught him. But, weirdly enough, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead, he inched backward, a look of pure terror in his eyes.

Seeing Manley so worked up, Marguerite was afraid that a single wrong word might set. him off.

She stepped back slowly, placing the action figure-a Transformer-by the door.

“Okay, sweetie, I won’t come any closer. I’m just leaving your toy here; it’s a gift from Hayes. Don’t be scared, I’ll be out of here.”

After saying this, Marguerite promptly left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

She lingered outside the door, puzzled. She couldn’t fathom why Manley was so frightened of her. That morning, she had wondered if perhaps Yuna had coaxed him into. telling lies, knowing how easily the little guy could be swayed.

But now it was just the two of them, and he was still scared. It wasn’t an act.

What on earth had happened? Marguerite’s mind was a whirl of confusion.

As she stood there, lost in thought, a clear and firm voice came from behind her, “Ms. Lockwood? What are you doing standing by Manley’s door? Why not go in?”

Marguerite turned to see a maid approaching with a tray carrying three glasses of milk.

Marguerite, calm and composed, explained, “I was just dropping off a toy. You go on in.”

After that, she walked away, leaving the maid with a furrowed brow and a curious glance in her direction.

The next morning, Marguerite got up a bit late and, to avoid being tardy at work, she decided to head straight to the office.

But as she passed Manley’s room, she noticed a flurry of activity among the staff.

Frederick stood in the center of the room, his back to her, making it impossible to read his expression.

Hayes and Teresa looked utterly baffled, staring at Yuna who was crying. She was muttering non-stop, but her sobs were so intense that Marguerite couldn’t make out a word she was saying.

It seemed to be about Manley again?

When she caught sight of Teresa, Marguerite’s brain hit a snag. Thinking her daughter was meddling again, she decided to step in and pull the little meddler out.

But as soon as she entered the room, she unexpectedly locked eyes with Manley.

The boy’s reaction was even more intense than the night before. He scrambled out of bed and thump dropped to his knees before Marguerite.

Banging his forehead on the floor while crying, he pleaded, “Auntie Marguerite, I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! Please don’t hit me anymore, okay? I beg you! Please, I’m begging you!” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Marguerite was shocked at this.

Teresa and Hayes were just as bewildered. The two kids quickly pulled Marguerite aside.

Teresa even shielded Marguerite with her own body, standing like a little warrior brimming with righteousness, “Manley, stop spouting nonsense! My mom didn’t lay a finger on you! It was just a bad dream, that’s all!”

Manley raised his tear streaked face and wailed, “No, I didn’t dream it! Your mom did hit me last night! Teresa, I never bullied you! You and your mom are so mean! Waaah-”

Marguerite was completely befuddled.

What was Manley talking about? Saying she had hit him last night?

Marguerite was at her wit’s end, almost on the verge of laughter because of this nonsense.

Why did all these bizarre situations always seem to find her?

Meanwhile, Yuna was making a scene, rushing over to scoop Manley up from the floor, scolding.

“You spineless kid! They’re pushing you around, and you’re kneeling to them? Manley! What in the world happened last night? Spill it! Your dad’s right here, and he’ll stand you!”