Chapter 9
Bride Behind The Mask
Marguerite turned around and looked up to see Frederick in his loose black robe, looking down at her like a king.
âWhatâs up?â Marguerite asked, her tone icy.
âI donât know how you managed to become my wife, but I hope you understand, a woman like you will never have any relation with me. So, three months from now, I hope you can divorce me on time.â
Whatâs her status? What kind of status does she have?
Marguerite couldnât stand Frederickâs high and mighty attitude. Did he think he was a king just because he had some money?
Compared to Frederick, they were indeed from different worlds. But even though she was of low status, she didnât belittle herself.
So, she straightened up and said fearlessly, âMr. Winston, I believe neither of us wants to have any relation with the other. Goodbye.â
With that, Marguerite left Frederick with a thin but proud back.
Margueriteâs indifference made Frederickâs face darken, his mood becoming more irritable.
Who did she think she was, acting all high and mighty? She was so brazen to sneak into his room last night.
What a pretentious woman.
Marguerite left Sapphire Valley Estates and walked a long way to find a bus stop.
She had completed the task given by the mysterious person, and now the most important thing was to go to the hospital to see if her grandmother had started treatment.
She soon arrived at Stonebridge Memorial Hospital and ran into a nurse as she entered the ward.
The nurse looked at Marguerite and asked, âAre you a relative of Laverne?â
Marguerite nodded, âYes.â
âHer condition is very serious, and she missed the best treatment time. Sheâs been unconscious. The subsequent treatment will take a long time, prepare yourself.â
Marguerite turned pale at the news and cautiously asked, âAbout the treatment costâ¦â
âDonât worry about the cost, someone has already paid for it.â
The mysterious person had kept the promise, and the heavy burden in Margueriteâs heart was finally lifted.
E But who was this mysterious person? Just because she married Frederick, this person helped to pay for her grandmotherâs treatment?
Marguerite thought for a long time but couldnât figure out the answer.
âMiss, do you know who paid for us?â
The nurse shook her head, âI donât know, and I donât have the right to ask.â
Marguerite gave up asking.
This mysterious person was so secretive that even Marguerite didnât know who he or she was, let alone letting others know this personâs existence.
Marguerite could only wait for this mysterious person to contact her.
Marguerite didnât chat with the nurse anymore but turned around and walked into the ward, sitting by the bed to massage Laverneâs hands and feet.
Laverneâs condition was getting worse. If she didnât move her hands and feet, her muscles would atrophy.
Marguerite was busy and sweatyâwhen a sharp and harsh voice came, âMarguerite, youâre here indeed!â
Marguerite looked back, and it was Yuna!
Marguerite withdrew her gaze and continued to massage Laverne.
Yuna was not in a hurry. After all, she had climbed onto Frederick, a man of great wealth, and was about to become the mistress of the Winston family.
She was full of pride and couldnât wait to show off to Marguerite.
âDo you hate me that much?â Yuna walked in with her high heels, her steps heavy and annoying.
âI guess so. Mom and dad gave me all the love, and you must be pissed off. But you canât blame others. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky. You bankrupted our casino, this is your retribution!â
Margueriteâs hand suddenly stopped, and she looked up at her coldly.
âAre you done? If so, please leave.â
Yuna looked at Margueriteâs masked face and became more arrogant, âThis mask really suits you.
Youâre such a despicable woman, you donât deserve to have the same face as me. Youâre such a bitch!â
Marguerite was shaking with anger, she straightened up and looked down on her, âWhat on earth do you want?â
Although they were twins and looked very similar, there were some subtle differences.
Marguerite was slightly taller and her eyes were bigger and brighter.
Back when their parents took Yuna to the countryside to visit Laverine, many villagers praised Marguerite for being more beautiful than her.
Since then, Yuna had been jealous of Marguerite.
No matter what Marguerite did, Yuna always wanted to compete with her.
âWhat can I do? As your sister, of course, I have to share my good news with you!â Yuna was very proud just thinking about it, âIâm getting married.â
Marguerite didnât react much, just said an âohâ, and then turned around to continue massaging her grandmother.
Getting married?
Marguerite thought, âThe man who wants to marry Yuna is really unlucky!â
âMarguerite, Iâm telling you, Iâm going to change my fate. Iâm going to marry into a wealthy family, become a rich wife, and enjoy endless wealth and luxury for the rest of my life! The gap between us will only get bigger, and you can continue to be your beggar in the trash heap!â
Hearing this, Marguerite couldnât help but laugh.
âWhat are you laughing at?â Margueriteâs reaction was not the envy and jealousy she had imagined, but a mocking laugh. Yuna was immediately taken aback.
âDid I hear you right? You said youâre going to marry into a rich family?â
Yuna raised her chin proudly, âOf course.â
Margueriteâs eyes wandered over her clothes, looking her up and down, âAre you sure theyâre willing to give you a proper status?â
What do you mean?â
Marguerite laughed, âIf he was really willing to give you a legit status, how come youâre still dressed like a hobo?â
Marguerite might not have ever mingled with the real high society, but she knew that rich folks should dress like Frederick.
Like the black robe he wore this morning, she could tell it was expensive just by looking at it.
Wait, why was she thinking about that guy she despised so much?
She must have gone crazy.
Marguerite shook her head, while Yuna behind her was so furious at her words that her face turned red, and she screeched:
âItâs all your fault that Iâm dressed like this! If it wasnât for you driving our family to the brink of ruin, would we be too broke to buy me designer clothes? Marguerite, I should be grateful to you, my fiancé is loaded and powerful!â
Why on earth would Yuna thank her?
Marguerite paused, turned around and looked at her, her face filled with puzzlement.
Finally seeing a hint of surprise on Margueriteâs face, Yuna, in her high heels, burst out laughing, âMarguerite, donât you want to know who Iâm about to marry?â