Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 265

Chuck instantly complied, bringing Laverne’s body to the morgue. Meanwhile, Frederick returned to the office to continue his work.

Over the past few days, Maurice had been quiet. Although Fragrance Finesse had suffered minor damages, Frederick couldn't afford to let his guard down.

Maurice's tactics were ruthlessly cunning, something Frederick had personally experienced. He attacked when least expected. Frederick couldn't predict Maurice's next move, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. His only option was to stay vigilant.

After a long day, Frederick returned to the manor around eight in the evening. Marguerite was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a television series that Laverne had been watching.

Despite the comedy genre, a gloomy atmosphere hovered around Marguerite. The apple pie Sadie had baked for her remained untouched.

Frederick approached the couch, resting his hands on the back. He leaned over to discuss with Marguerite, "Grandma's body has been taken to the morgue. The funeral will be held next week."

The word "funeral" was heavy, despite Frederick's attempts to soften it. Marguerite's back stiffened.

She forced a smile, her face blank, "Okay."

Frederick gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Marguerite suddenly turned to him, "Can I wear the white dress grandma bought for me at the funeral?"

Traditionally, black attire was expected at funerals. But Frederick agreed, understanding that Marguerite didn't want the occasion to be too somber.

Laverne had always been a cheerful spirit. Wearing the dress would be a comforting thought for her, even in the afterlife.

Marguerite didn't feel like talking anymore. She checked the time, stood up and started towards the stairs.

As she passed by, Frederick held her hand, "Where are you going? The finale is about to start, aren't you watching?"

Frederick gently guided Marguerite to the larger bed. As she lay down quietly, he moved to the smaller bed to rest.

As the night deepened, the room grew more silent. Frederick, worried about Marguerite, couldn't sleep. He stared into the darkness, in the direction of Marguerite.

In his memory, Marguerite was a resilient girl, unshaken by life's trials. But Laverne's death seemed to have broken her.

He remembered the previous day in the car when an offhand comment had made Marguerite lose control. Her hysteria was a side he had never seen before.

Frederick heard a soft sobbing from Marguerite's direction. It sounded muffled, as if she was crying into her pillow, trying to keep quiet.

Frederick's heart ached. He got up, moved to Marguerite's bed, and wrapped his arms around her, comforting her through the silk blanket, "It will pass... everything will pass..."