Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 719

Meanwhile, at the Stonebridge City Cemetery.

All the guests who had come to pay their respects were in place, and the funeral director had timed everything perfectly to start the burial ceremony at 10 a.m. sharp.

Robert knelt in front of Penelope's gravestone, watching her crystal casket lower into the grave, and quietly stared at his mother's photograph. He didn't say a word, nor did he shed a tear. But Marguerite felt that his silhouette was exceptionally bleak and lonely.

The winter chill was always biting, and as the wind blew, it whipped up a flurry of dried leaves, adding a somber and oppressive atmosphere to the cemetery. Even after all the guests had paid their respects and left, Robert remained kneeling there, in silent solitude. Miley, looking on, felt a profound sadness, leaning on Jocelyn's shoulder, silently sobbing.

Frederick laid down a bunch of daisies, and after bowing, Chuck approached to remind him, "Mr. Winston, we need to head to the airport now." Frederick nodded slightly, then looked back at Marguerite with concern. Seeing her in tears, he reached out to gently wipe them away.

“Should I go?” he asked.

Marguerite sniffled, “Yes.”

“Yuna's on her way. Whatever you plan to do, think about the consequences, okay?”

It seemed Frederick had misunderstood.

“How could I possibly stir trouble at a time like this? Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”

"Mom! How could you leave us? Do you know how Dad and I have been coping these past days? Crying every day! Dad’s fallen ill because of it, and I keep seeing you! Mom, I miss you! But life is so hard, just enjoy paradise and don’t come back! I'll take care of Dad, Mom!"

Hearing Yuna's insincere words, Marguerite clenched her fists in anger. Yuna’s words sounded sweet, wishing Penelope well in heaven, but in reality, she was fed up with the hallucinations, feeling guilty and panicked! Now was the perfect time to bring Yuna to justice!

Marguerite immediately took out her phone to text Abbey, asking her to bring the police in and take Yuna away. But before she could finish her message, a mocking voice came from behind.

"Yuna, you really do play the grieving daughter to the hilt. Do you really have no clue how President Penelope died, or is it just your guilty conscience?"

Marguerite turned to see a woman in a flowing white dress making her way through the crowd. It was Violet!