Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 84

Back then, the BMW on the street was already revving up.

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the barbecue joint across from Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.

Miley was meticulously picking out dishes from the menu, ordering a bunch of barbecue stuff and a side of dipping sauce.

Across the table, Marguerite was all sulky and droopy, looking like a wet blanket.

“What’s eating you? Someone giving you a hard time?”

Marguerite tried not to think about Frederick, but his snobbish and crude demeanor kept popping up uninvited in her mind.

Marguerite felt like she was stuck in a funk, her resolution to leave him growing stronger by the minute.

“Miley, can you lend me some dough?”

To make her exit, she needed to settle the whopping half a million she owed him. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

And Miley was the only one she could turn to.

Hearing this, Miley instantly dropped her chopsticks and said, “I can wire it to you, how much do you need? Ten grand? Twenty grand? Or thirty grand?”

Marguerite looked at her, feeling sheepish, and held up five fingers.

“Fifty grand?” Miley was taken aback, “Sure.”

Marguerite said in a soft voice, “Miley… it’s half a million.”

Miley was startled.

“I do have some savings, but I don’t have half a million. What’s going on? Are you in debt?”

Marguerite let out a deep sigh. She hadn’t had time to spill everything to Miley yesterday.

But since the cat was already out of the bag, there was no point in holding back. These secrets had been bottled up for too long, maybe letting them out would bring some relief. Marguerite put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, “I’m married.”

Miley, who was in the middle of a sip, did a spit take, “What?”

“My husband is Frederick.”

Miley sprayed the drink she was drinking all at once. “What?”

Marguerite quickly covered Miley’s mouth and whispered, “I owe him half a million. If I don’t pay him back, my life is over.”

Miley pushed Marguerite away, her mind in utter chaos from the shock.

Imagine, the man who was the dreamboat of eighty percent of women worldwide suddenly got hitched, and the bride was your bestie.

What a mind–blowing revelation.

Marguerite spent half an hour explaining the whole shebang to Miley. She was hoping for some advice, but instead, Miley was gripping her hands tightly like she was praising her.

“Marguerite. You must be happy. Don’t you dare divorce. Keep owing that half a million. If you divorce, I won’t let you off.”

Marguerite was speechless.

“Can you help me or not?”

Miley wore a stern look, “I won’t help you. I won’t assist in wrecking your marriage. You and Mr. Winston make a great pair, he’s a tremendous catch, a rarity. As long as I’m here, there is no way that you are going to get a divorce.”

Marguerite went silent.

Miley seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Robert.

Marguerite was hoping Miley would give her some advice, but instead, Miley was dissuading her from divorcing.

Such a pain.

Ever since Miley found out about Marguerite and Frederick’s relationship, she had been giving her unsolicited advice, leaving Marguerite feeling helpless.

All she could do was munch on her barbecue and tune out Miley’s words.

Looked like she would need to figure out another way.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Stonebridge Memorial Hospital, Yuna, wearing a face mask and a backpack, carefully walked in.

From the outside, she looked normal and made her way in smoothly.

But only she knew that her backpack was loaded with a ton of sedatives.

Her goal was clear. Go straight to Laverne’s hospital room.

Laverne, with an oxygen mask on, was still unconscious, though the ECG showed everything was normal.

Yuna, with shaky hands, pulled out a syringe loaded with sedatives and slowly approached Laverine.

What she was about to do sent shivers down her spine. She knew it was against the law, but she had no other choice.

She couldn’t let Frederick find out that the person he’d been looking for was actually Marguerite.

So this old lady, Laverne, couldn’t wake up.

“Old woman, don’t blame me for doing this. If you must blame anyone, blame your granddaughter for stealing Frederick.

I gave her chances, from making her wear a mask initially to confining her, these were warnings.

But she didn’t listen, constantly pushing my buttons. I had no choice but to resort to this, Old woman, keep on sleeping, sleep forever.”

Yuna finished her rant and was now at Laverne’s bedside.

But she didn’t notice the sudden spike in the ECG, or the slight movement of Laverne’s hand.

Yuna bent down, looking at Laverne’s wrinkled face, ready to inject the sedative.

Just at that moment, the old woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for air.

Laverne was awake.