Chapter 272


    Frederick returned straight to the church from Brightwater Cove, and everyone was upied untilte


    into the night before they could head home


    Marguerite was still sleeping in Lavernes inom, with Frederick lying next to her, a small gap always


    maintained between them


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    Marguerite didn’t say anything, her eyes zed as she stared at the ceiling


    Frederick Tumed on his side, looking at Marguerite’s modest profile through the moonlight, and softly


    whispered, “Marguerite, tell me about your childhood”


    Marguerite turned her gaze towards Frederick, a fleeting emotion passing through her eyes before she


    turned back to stare at the ceiling once again.


    Her thoughts gradually drifted back to the past.


    When I was a child life wasn’t easy I was constantly sick and the neighborhood kids would ridicule me


    for not having parents. Whenever that happened, grandma would always jump in to defend me.


    Did you know, grandma’s character isn’t what you think. She was hardworking and patient. She often


    told me, ‘patience is a virtue, Marguente


    She told me that there are too many wicked people in the world, and instead of confronting them, it was


    better to swallow my pride and endure. At least, they might spare you if they perceived you as weak”


    Marguerite took Laveme’s words to heart and did just as she advised. But sheter realized that


    endless patience only emboldened the bullies.


    After all, cruel people are heartless, like Zoe, like Yuna


    So, when dealing with the Lockwood family, Marguerite learned to resist.


    She could bear her own grievances, but if it involved her grandma, she would fight to the death.


    Even if she had to sacrifice her own dignity, threaten with her own life, she would do everything to


    protect her grandma


    But this time, she failed. She lost her loved one forever.


    Frederick watched Marguente silently, suddenly understanding the core of her character. He always


    thought she was too cold, as if nothing could stir her emotions


    Little did he know, she was just enduring


    Like all women, she was sensitive, fragile, and needed protection. Yet, she had an addedyer of


    resilience.


    A sense of lone bravery in the struggle of life.


    But she never mentioned the Lockwood family or Yuna, leaving Frederick unsure about her true identity


    Since Laverne had such a great influence on Marguerite, they must have spent a long time together.


    But she never mentioned the child adopted by the Lockwood family.


    Fredenck pondered for a while, then tentatively asked, “Did you always live with your grandma?”


    Marguente nodded her head.


    “Just the two of you?”


    Marguerite suddenly turned around, her gaze sharp and alert, “What are you trying to ask?”


    Fredenck hesitated


    He saw the wariness in her eyes and couldn’t voice his question.


    He feared that he might say something wrong and cause her to break down like thest time in the car


    So Frederick stopped


    Tm just curious about your life”


    Hearing this, Marguerite turned her head back, her gaze returning to its vacant state as she stared at


    the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling


    At that moment, Frederick made a decision in his heart.


    He moved half an inch closer to Marguente, his ann gently wrapping around her as he drew her closer


    “Marguerite, I don’t want to divorce you anymore”