Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 261

By the time Frederick rushed to the hospital, Laverne's body was already chilling in the morgue.

Laverne was now lying there, her eyes closed, her body cold and stiff.

Marguerite was kneeling on the floor, staring at her grandmother's face over and over again, muttering, "Granny, granny, look at me..."

Tears rained down on Laverne's face, slipping from her cheeks without pause.

"Granny, it's me, Marguerite... Look at me... I'm wearing the pretty dress you bought for me. Just open your eyes for a moment, just a moment..."

Frederick and Chuck were standing at the door, their hearts aching.

They ached for Marguerite, but even more for Laverne.

Laverne wasn't Frederick's biological grandmother, but she had saved him and his mother's lives fifteen years ago, along with Yuna.

He still remembered the warm bowl of soup she gave him.

Having lived in Sapphire Valley Estates for so long, he had long considered her his own grandmother.

He was deeply pained but he couldn't break down at this moment.

The one who was hit the hardest was the woman before his eyes.

If he broke down, what would happen to Marguerite?

He suppressed his pain, turned to the morgue attendant, and asked, in an icy tone, "What was the cause of death?"

The attendant sighed regretfully, his drooping features showing pity.

"Apparently, the old lady was in good health. But she was scheduled for a check-up today. The doctor gave her a laxative injection last night. But after taking the medicine, she couldn't eat mango.

I don't know if she didn't know or if her granddaughter was irresponsible, but the old lady ate a mango and suffered a sudden asphyxiation! I heard that when she died, she kept her eyes open, refusing to close them!"

Upon hearing this, Frederick's piercing gaze immediately landed on the attendant.

The attendant had never seen such an intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he had said wrong, and shut his mouth in fear.

How could Marguerite possibly be irresponsible?

From what he knew of the woman, she was more careful than anyone else when it came to matters involving Laverne.

How could it be her fault?

The doctor pushed up his glasses and shook his head in silence.

"But I've seen it on TV. People are declared dead, but then they come back to life at the funeral. Couldn't that happen to my grandmother?"

The doctor's expression was gloomy. Although he wanted to comfort Marguerite, his professional ethics forced him to tell her the painful truth.

"A person's heart must be resuscitated within six minutes after it stops beating. But your grandmother, she died in the early hours of yesterday morning."

So, there was no hope left, was there?

Marguerite couldn't bring herself to believe it.

Just yesterday, her grandmother was fine. They had gone shopping and eaten lots of delicious food.

But in less than a day, how had everything changed? She hadn't even been given a chance to prepare.

The pen was clenched in Marguerite's hand, unmoving.

She was as still as a statue, not even blinking an eye.