Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 805

Marguerite's face fell, looking genuinely surprised.

"Called it off? Why?"

Jocelyn shook her head, "Silas didn't give a specific reason, just said he wasn't ready."

Marguerite's emotions were all over the place. Normally, she'd treat something like this as juicy gossip, but today felt different.

Her brain was a jumble of thoughts, and her feelings were all mixed up. She couldn't grasp why she felt so flustered over Silas and Violet's situation, when it really had nothing to do with her.

Penelope and Jocelyn didn’t continue the conversation further. As the three were about to leave, they noticed Violet walking out of the clinic, eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying.

The moment Violet saw Marguerite, she seemed to find a safe haven to pour out her grievances, and she burst into tears, hugging Marguerite tightly.

"Marguerite, Silas wants to call off the engagement. What am I going to do?"

Marguerite was at a loss for words, so she just patted Violet's back gently, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions herself.

She exchanged a look with Penelope and Jocelyn, who understood and quietly slipped away, leaving just Violet and Marguerite.

"Don't worry, take your time. What exactly happened?"

Violet released Marguerite, shaking her head in frustration. "I don't know. He just woke up and said he didn't want to get married anymore."

"Did something irreconcilable happen between you two?"

"No! We’ve barely met a few times, how could there be a conflict?"

Violet blurted out, then quickly caught herself and added nervously, "He's busy, and so am I. Our schedules never match, but I love him, and I can feel he loves me too!"

"How long have you two known each other?"

Violet hesitated, then dodged the question entirely, saying, "I think him calling off the engagement has nothing to do with that. I suspect there's someone else."

Silas had left the painkillers at her place yesterday, and she'd put them with the invitation. In her rush this morning, she grabbed them without thinking.

Marguerite wanted to be honest with her, but she feared being misunderstood, so she fibbed, "I recently moved, and they belong to my landlord. I didn't mean to bring them, but they came in handy."

Suddenly, Violet gripped Marguerite's arm tightly. "Marguerite, you're the person I trust the most. Please don't lie to me."

Marguerite was taken aback, noticing the hint of suspicion in Violet's eyes.

She forced a weak smile, "What could I possibly lie to you about? They're just painkillers. Now, go on, you should get back."

Marguerite gently nudged Violet back towards the clinic. As Violet walked away, Marguerite took a deep, steadying breath.

Across from the clinic, in the parking lot, a man in a black car observed everything quietly.

He turned to his assistant, his voice cold, "Get me Silas's file."