Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 86

The moment Yuna got home, she got a call from Chuck, telling everyone to head to Stonebridge Memorial Hospital to see Laverne.

Chuck didn’t want to shock Yuna, so he didn’t mention Laverne’s condition.

But both Yuna and the Ablett couple knew what was going on.

Giving Laverne sedatives was a collective decision.

Yuna didn’t intend to kill her, she just wanted her to be unconscious.

However, halfway through, the old lady woke up and witnessed her actions.

Yuna was frantic and ended up using all the drugs.

She hung up the phone in a panic and burst into tears holding Zoe, “Mom, what do I do?! I killed Laverne! I killed her! Freddie got there so fast, he’ll definitely figure out it was

me.”

Zoe and Ablett were shocked and exclaimed in unison, “You killed her?”

Yuna felt helpless and rambled like a lunatic.

“She woke up halfway through. She woke up. I just lost control, and she pleaded with me not to hurt her.

Mom, she knew I was going to hurt her, how could I not panic. I accidentally used up all the drugs. I didn’t mean to kill her.”

Ablett glared at Yuna, roaring. “You troublemaker. Mr. Winston has been keeping an eye on Laverne, now that you’ve killed her, are you trying to get us all killed?!”

Ablett was so angry he was about to hit her.

Seeing this, Zoe quickly shielded Yuna, “What are you trying to do. Are you going to hit her now? She’s already dead, what’s the point of saying all this now?”

Ablett was so angry at the mother–daughter duo in front of him that he could feel his chest hurting. He pointed at Zoe and began to scold. “You’re still protecting her, Zoe. She’s killed my mother now. How do you plan on helping her?”

Zoe rolled her eyes at her husband, turned to the trembling Yuna and asked, “Did you clean up the scene before you left? Did you leave any evidence?”

Yuna shrank into Zoe’s arms, “I cleaned up, and I wiped my fingerprints.”

“What about the surveillance? Was your behavior recorded?”

Feeling guilty, Yuna glanced at Ablett and saw that he was still glaring at her. She quickly averted her gaze. “I wore a mask, even if it was recorded, they can’t see my face.”

Zoe felt a weight lift from her heart. “That’s good then, don’t worry, they won’t find anything on you.”

“What if they detect sedatives in Laverne’s body?”

“That’s for the autopsy, they’d have to cut her open, do you think Marguerite can stomach that?”

Ablett was so angry he nearly passed out, “Keep spoiling her! It’s going to end badly!”

Zoe shot him a look, and snapped at him, “If you’re not going to deal with it, then stop talking nonsense. Get to the hospital. If you’re late, Mr. Winston might get suspicious.”

On the other end, Marguerite was too distraught to answer Frederick’s questions, only crying non–stop, her shoulders shaking, which made the man feel very worried.

He gently lifted her from the cold floor and held her tightly in his arms, which finally steadied her.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

Just as he finished speaking, the operating room door was pushed open, Laverne lay on the hospital bed, looking extremely weak.

Marguerite rushed to the bedside, wanting to hold her grandma, but she was covered in tubes, Marguerite could do nothing but call her repeatedly in grief, “Grandma… Grandma…” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The nurse looked at Marguerite, “Ms. Marguerite, the patient is out of danger, she’s just in a deep sleep, and she is fine. But she’s very weak now, you need to take care of her.”

Marguerite finally relaxed, tears flooding out uncontrollably.

She thought she was going to lose her grandma.

Frederick stepped forward to help Marguerite up, and together with the nurse, pushed Laverine into the ward.

As their figures gradually faded, Steven and his assistant, Janie, left the operating room one after the other.

His gaze flickered, falling on Frederick’s arm wrapped around Marguerite,

Janie’s hands in her pockets, calmly said, “Steven, Marguerite and Frederick, they seem pretty close.”

Steven nodded slightly, his expression inscrutable, making it difficult for anyone to figure out what he was thinking at that moment.

After a while, Marguerite finally calmed down.

She tidied up Laverne’s quilt, then gently wiped her cracked lips with a moist cotton swab.

Frederick sat on the sofa behind her, quietly watching everything Marguerite did, his questions growing.

Marguerite calmed down, and her thoughts cleared.

She turned to look at Frederick, and asked directly, “Do you want to ask me about Yuna?”

Frederick was stunned by her words, he didn’t expect the woman in front of him to be so sharp, to read his emotions and thoughts so accurately.

He realized the relationship between Marguerite and Yuna was not as simple as it seemed.

He looked at Marguerite, and asked softly, “Isn’t Laverne Yuna’s family?”

Marguerite sighed deeply, then slowly walked towards him, “Yuna’s grandma and my grandma, are the same person.”