Chapter 262


    Frederick, seeing Marguerite in such a state, felt each second passing by was pure agony


    He gently wrapped his arms around Marquente, tightly clutching her shoulders, hoping he could offer


    her a sliver offort and strength


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    “There’s no rush to sign. We’lle back tomorrow”


    Marguente in his arms had long run out of tears, her emotions utterly drained.


    She shook her head, her voice hoarse, “Let me go, I can sign. I’ll sign”


    Marguerite’s voice was monotone, but her hand trembled uncontrobly.


    Her handwnting was shaky but the pressure she applied was forceful enough to make an imprint on the


    back of the paper, giving Frederick a glimpse into her despair


    Laveme’s body had to be kept in the hospital for a day to determine the exact cause of death, so


    Frederick had no choice but to take Marguerite home first.


    Throughout the joumey, Marguente was calm. She didn’t cry, nor did she make a fuss.


    Frederick kept silent, knowing that no words could console her wounded heart night now.


    Chuck, the co–pilot, was about to turn around to report the situation, but Frederick immediately shook


    his head at him, signaling him to stay quiet. Instead, Chuck texted Frederick


    [Ive informed Ms Yuna about Laveme. They justnded at Meadow Haven and are on their way back


    now]


    [Look into the doctor who prescribed the medication for Laverne]


    [Understood“]


    Their Rolls–Royce moved through the city streets, caught in the early morning traffic


    Streeters were filled with breakfast street vendors, and Marguerite’s gaze suddenly fell on a shop


    selling fries.


    She turned to Frederick, the floodgates of her memories opening wide, and pointed out the window,


    “Look”


    Following her direction, Fredenck asked. “Want some?”


    Marguente shook her head, her tone indifferent. “No, it just reminded me of when I was a child. We


    were so poor, but I really wanted to eat fres. My grandma would get a couple of discarded potatoes


    from our neighbors and fried them for me.


    But those potatoes were rotten, so they tasted bitter and astringent. Yet, my grandma and I found them


    incredibly delicious, and it made us feel so content” As Marguerite spoke, she felt as though she was


    travelling back in time.


    Her entire being was transported back to her childhood, to that familiar old house in Marina Shores


    Vige.


    She straightened Frederick’s face to look him in the eye, her tone filled with excitement


    “Have you ever eaten po? The old–fashioned kind, that pops with a loud bang, it’s spectacr! I


    had it when I was little, my grandma made it for mel


    We had an old po machine that thendlord had discarded. One day, when my grandma was


    napping, I took out the machine and decided to try making popcorn myself.


    But I didn’t control the temperature right, and the machine exploded right in my face, leaving me dazed


    My grandma rushed out from the house, temfied


    She looked at my soot–covered face, quickly checked if I was disfigured, and when she saw I wasn’t


    hurt, she spanked me so hard! You wouldn’t believe it, the neighbors said they could hear me begging


    for mercy five blocks away! Hahaha-”


    Marguente’s storytelling was animated and vivid, but Frederick felt a pang in his heart


    The happier she seemed, the more his heart ached


    Her reminiscence about her own grandmother in rtion to Laverne showed how much she hade


    to consider Laveme as family


    Laveme’s passing was a fatal blow to Marguerite


    So, he would rather have Marguerite cry and make a fuss, even act out, as long as it made her feel


    better


    He feared her bottling up her emotions would lead to a breakdown


    Marguente, however, sighed and tumed to look again at the shop selling fries, tears inexplicably welling


    up in her eyes


    “How did such a happy lifee to an abrupt end? I miss my childhood so much. Inally do


    She couldn’t finish her sentence as her sobs took over, leading to an uncontroble weeping


    “Treally really miss my grandma I miss her so much


    Her shoulders shock with her sobs, beyond her control


    Frederick, with a heavy heart, pulled Marguente into his aus holding her tight


    The woman in his arms began to pound on his chest, her broken words reflecting her sorrow,


    Frederick, I miss my grandma, I miss her so much.”


    He caressed her back, his voice filled with concern, his tone unusually gentle


    “Marguerite, Laverne may have left you, but you still have your own grandma Wherever she is, I help


    you find her, okay?”


    His words, meant tofort her instead triggered aplete emotional breakdown


    Her tears poured out, and she screamed at him hysterically


    Fredenck, Laverna my grandma! She is my real grandma! She’s gone, I don’t have a grandina


    anymore! The person who loved me the most in the wor