Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406 

“What, have you lost your marbles?” 

Frederick slammed the car door with a resounding bang, barreling forward while shouting. But even he failed to notice the undercurrent of worry in his own voice. 

Marguerite, undeterred, faced up to Frederick’s murderous gaze, “If you hate me, come at me. Why harming my child?” 

Frederick was confused, asking, “Huh?” 

Marguerite’s outburst seemed to catch him off guard, leaving him momentarily tongue-tied. 

His stern expression shifted, replaced by a flicker of surprise. 

“What exactly have you done to Teresa? Do you find this entertaining?” 

Why were things taking such a strange turn? And what could he have possibly done to Teresa? 

Was he supposed to tell Marguerite that he was actually quite fond of her child? But this woman didn’t give him a chance to explain, simply launching into a tirade of accusations that left Frederick feeling quite mad. 

His brow furrowed slightly, and he said coolly, “Get a grip on your emotions, then talk to me.” 

Tears began to fall freely, and Marguerite’s voice trembled with emotion. “You took Teresa away. How am I supposed to keep calm? Frederick, I admit I wronged you in the past. But can you give me back Teresa? She’s all I have left…” 

Frederick’s eyes hardened. This woman’s tears stirred a whirl of emotions within him. 

And he had to admit that Marguerite was indeed stunningly beautiful. Even tear-streaked, she was a sight to behold, her beauty heart-wrenching. 

Robert, standing nearby, squirmed awkwardly. He never knew how to deal with crying women and instinctively wanted to hand Marguerite a tissue. 

But given Frederick’s presence and the fact that this man had misunderstood his earlier interactions with Marguerite, Robert decided against it. 

He looked at Frederick in confusion “Did you.. kidnap her daughter?” 

Frederick remained silent. It seemed that his little secret with Teresa had been discovered by Marguerite. And her reaction clearly indicated that she had misunderstood his intentions. 

Frederick didn’t bother explaining, instead pulling out his phone and dialed Hayes’ number, saying tersely, “Get Teresa to take the call. Marguerite is waiting at the door.” 

The waiting was torturous. Marguerite paced nervously while Frederick stood by, hands in his pockets, watching her with an unreadable expression. 

Was she painting him as the villain? 

His mood inexplicably darkened, a shadow of gloom reflected in his eyes. 

Soon, Jocelyn appeared, holding hands with Teresa on one side and Hayes on the other, walking to the main entrance. 

Marguerite saw her daughter and immediately rushed towards the gate. She clung to the bars, her tears flowing freely once again, 

Teresa had been brought out by Jocelyn, so she should be fine….