Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 85

Laverne and Yuna locked eyes, Laverne’s eyes filled with fear. She raised her trembling arm slightly, her voice sounding weak and helpless like that of a child, “Yuna. Yuna…

Yuna was freaked out by Laverne’s gaze. Her mind was in such a whirl that she almost hit the deck.

Laverne woke up?

The old lady woke up out of the blue?

Did she hear everything Yuna said earlier?

“Yuna…Yuna, don’t hurt me.”

Damn, Laverne did hear.

Laverne’s look had Yuna scared out of her wits. Facing Laverne, she was frozen in fear, her heart pounding like a drum, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

“Yuna, don’t hurt me. Can you call a doctor for me, I miss you.”

Laverne’s voice almost drove Yuna mad. It was a plea, but to Yuna’s ears, it sounded like a threat.

She was awake.

She was gonna spill the beans.

No.

Absolutely not.

In a split second, Yuna’s eyes flared with malice.

Grinding her teeth, she picked up the syringe and stood up. One hand smothered Laverne’s mouth without hesitation, and the other plunged the syringe into her artery.

Laverne’s eyes bulged, staring at Yuna in disbelief.

The only thought that ran through her mind was what would Marguerite do if Yuna was going to get her killed? Was Marguerite safe now? But if her death could be traded for Marguerite’s safety, she would trade her life for it.

After all she’d already been around the block more than seventy times.

Yuna injected her with five doses of tranquilizer, enough to kill a horse.

With the final injection, Laverne slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing that she was not moving, Yuna breathed a long sigh of relief, but her heart was filled with fear, “Sorry old lady. It was Marguerite who pushed me to this. She took everything from me.”

After getting everything done. Yuna busied herself cleaning up, wiping off fingerprints carefully, then beat it like a bat out of hell.

Just as she bolted from the hospital, Marguerite and Miley had just finished their meal and went to Laverne’s room.

As usual, Marguerite poured a basin of hot water to give Laverne a sponge bath. But when her fingers touched Laverne’s skin, a chill made her fingertips tremble.

Why was Laverne’s body so cold?

Instinctively. Marguerite checked Laverine’s breathing, which scared her so much that she dropped the towel and her mind went blank.

She ran out of the room and in her panic knocked over the water basin on the floor and slipped. But she didn’t have time to stop, she struggled to her feet, screaming as she ran,

“Is anyone there? Doctor! Doctor, my grandma suddenly stopped breathing! Anybody there? Steven! Steven, where are you?”

Doctors and nurses came running from all directions at Marguerite’s call, pushing Laverne’s bed towards the operating room.

“This old lady has stopped breathing!”

“Get the defibrillator ready! Prepare for defibrillation!”

The noisy surroundings, the flurry of medical staff, made Marguerite feel like she was in another world.

It felt as if the whole world was spinning, and everything before her was merging and distorting with the images of her time spent with her grandmother. It created a dazzling halo that made Marguerite feel dizzy for a moment.

She sat weakly at the door of the operating room, her heart aching with pain, sadness, and an unbearable reality.

She stared blankly ahead, shaking uncontrollably, tears falling incessantly, but she felt nothing.

Suddenly, she felt someone shaking her shoulder, a deep male voice muffled in her ears, “Marguerite? What are you doing here? Is it your family in the operating room?” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Slowly coming to her senses, Marguerite saw the man in front of her was Frederick.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes filled with concern.

It was not strange for Frederick to appear in the hospital. Since he found Yuna’s grandma, he had Chuck keep a close eye on Laverne’s condition.

So not long after Laverne was wheeled into the operating room, Frederick got the news and rushed over.

But he never expected to see Marguerite there.

At this moment, Marguerite’s mind was a mess. Seeing Frederick, she kept repeating the same sentence on her pale face, “My grandma suddenly stopped breathing.”

Frederick’s pupils dilated in surprise, “Laverne is your grandma?”