Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 240

Marguerite stole a glance inside the room, noticing Jocelyn bustling about the dining table, she said nothing.

Had she spilled the beans about today's events to Frederick?

If so, Marguerite wasn't about to hold anything back either.

She looked at Frederick with a hurt expression, "Lisette was too harsh. Stop staring at me, go check on your mom."

Frederick's handsome face got angry, his sharp eyes flashing with a dangerous light, "She hit my mom too?"

Marguerite was confused, "What?"

What was going on?

Did Jocelyn only talk about Marguerite being hurt?

Realizing that Marguerite had blurted out more than intended, Jocelyn rushed to intercept Frederick as he turned to leave, car keys in hand.

"Yes, she hit me, but I fought back too. I wasn't completely defenseless. You should focus on Marguerite." Jocelyn said.

What was all this about? Marguerite was truly baffled by Jocelyn's behavior.

Jocelyn had already told Frederick about her being bullied. Why not reveal the whole truth?

Frederick was more than capable of protecting her, so why was Jocelyn trying to pacify the situation with lies?

Could Jocelyn actually fight back?

From head to toe, she exuded the aura of a docile housewife. How could she possibly stand up against Lisette?

Marguerite was getting anxious. "Jocelyn, you..."

Jocelyn shot Marguerite a desperate look, signaling her to stop talking. Marguerite, completely bewildered, blinked back at Jocelyn.

Jocelyn sighed, "I no longer hold out hope for any progress between you and your father. But the success of Winston Group is all thanks to your hard work. It's yours, hold onto it tightly. Don't let Maurice get ahead. I won't stop you if you want to get revenge, just not now. Right now, your main objective should be to stabilize the company and protect Marguerite. Your father won't let her off that easily."

Having said that, she shoved the ice pack into Frederick's hands, glanced at Marguerite, and added, "I'll go make dinner. You help her with the ice pack. Look at her swollen face, if you don't feel sorry for her, I do."

If you don't feel sorry for her, I do...

Those words nearly brought tears to Marguerite's eyes.

She had no idea that Jocelyn could be so warm towards her.

Just like a mother.

Tears welled up in Marguerite's eyes as Frederick gently pushed her onto the couch and placed the cold ice pack on her cheek.

She sniffled, and then heard him whisper softly, "Did it hurt?"