Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 3 Episode 66

The next day, at half past five in the morning, the sky was still a dim shade of grey

Marguerite had to go to help with Laverne’s mourning amangements and to greet the mourners who were amiving

She got up early, and after a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, she and Fredenck set off together

Laverne’s body laid in the grandest hall of the church Chuck had arranged everything the day before, even

ensuring a mortician applied makeup on Laverne and dressed her in her favente floral dress

Marguerite walked slowly into the hall Laveme in the crystal casket seemed as if she was sleeping, her face serene,

except for her lips, which drooped slightly Marguente it two candles for her, and then she and Frederick tossed a

handful of rose petals. By the time they finished, mourners were starting to arrive

Laverne’s hometown was Marina Shores Village, but the villagers there moved on quickly, and although the old lady

had many friends, most of them had left the village and scattered to different parts of the country

Therefore, most of the people who came were friends of Marguente and Frederick.

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The Lockwood family, as direct relatives of Laverne, didn’t arve until noon.

Especially Yuna, she seemed fatigue while greeting guests.

Her lack of energy was starkly different from Marguente’s Marguerite’s fatigue was due to the loss of a loved one,

but Yuna’s was simply laziness.

She was reluctant to help and seemed impatient. From her expression, Frederick didn’t see any hint of grief.

This was far from the expected reaction of someone who just lost a loved one.

This made him even more cunous about the relationship between Laveme and Marguerite

At this time, Chuck hurriedly arrived in a sedan. He immediately found Frederick and mysteriously called him into a

corner

He glanced at Yuna and Zoe, then lowered his voice to report

“Mr Winston, I found the midwife who delivered Zoe. But I think you should meet her yourself. She’s a peculiar

woman, with a temper, and she’s very tight–lipped. She won’t tell me anything”

Frederick’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze towards Marguente slightly worried.

Chuck immediately said, “Mr. Winston, your mother is on her way Shell take good care of Marguerite”

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Heaning that his mother was coming. Frederick eased his worry a bit.

He turned to say a few words to Marguente, then quickly left with Chuck

On the way, Chuck reported everything he knew about the midwife to Frederick

Her name was Thelma, and she had personally delivered all the babies in Marina Shores Village years ago. But she

had moved out of the village long ago and was now living in Brightwater Cove, occasionally assisting with births in

her spare time.

By the time they arrived at Brightwater Cove, they learned that Thelma was at the village chief’s house, delivering

a baby.

Chuck, following directions from villagers, easily found the chief’s house, outside of which was parked a basic white

Mercedes

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw a woman covered in freckles, wiping her hands and talking to a

middle–aged man, “Your wife is an older mother. She had a close call today. You better take good care of her!”

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The man nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Thelma Thank you, Thelma!”

He then happily disappeared into the house. Thelma laughed and walked out of the yard. As she looked up, she saw

a tall, imposing man.

But her gaze finally landed on Chuck, and her brow furrowed instantly, “You again? I’ve told you, I don’t know

anything! Stop bothering met

Chuck smiled at her. “Thelma, it’s not me who needs you, it’s our master, Mr Winston. This is him, the fampus…

Chuck didn’t dare to say Frederick’s name out loud, so he moved a half step closer to Thelma and lowered his

voice, “Frederick Winston!”

Thelma rolled her eyes, seemingly unimpressed by Frederick’s fame.

She gave Chuck a disdainful look, brushed him off with her elbow, and got into the Mercedes.

Chuck was taken aback, “Such a cheeky woman. Do you know who our master is?”

Thelma started the engine, poked her head out of the window, and retorted, “Even if the King himself came, it

wouldn’t change a thing! When I say I don’t know, I mean it