Chapter 420


    Quickly, Marguerite dismissed the thought from her mind.


    For Frederick, every member of the Winston family was someone he despised to his bones.


    Therefore, how could he possibly return to the Winston Mansion because of Powell’s illness?


    Marguerite didn’t linger on this thought. She and the servants began to pack their luggage quickly,


    while Teresa was busily packing her own snacks. An hourter, they had everything sorted out and


    were at the Winston Mansion.


    As soon as they walked in, they saw Powell sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a servant into the front


    hall.


    The sight of Powell filled Teresa with excitement and anticipation, “Grandpa! Grandpa!”


    *Teresa! Come here! I’ve missed you so much since you haven’t visited for a while!”


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    Teresa and Powell hugged each other happily. Teresa wanted to climb onto Powell’sp, but seeing his


    knee in a ster, she had to give up the idea.


    “Grandpa, does your foot hurt? I will blow it to make it better!”


    Teresa said, pouting and immediately blowing on Powell’s knee, making himugh heartily with her


    adorable antics.


    Maurice went up to examine Powell’s condition, while Marguerite stood idly by.


    Strangely, she didn’t see Lisette.


    Although she found it odd, Marguerite wasn’t surprised.


    Lisette had always thought Marguerite was unworthy of Maurice and was always difficult to deal with


    whenever they met. Marguerite knew exactly how much Lisette despised her.


    Now that she was moving into the Winston Mansion, she probably didn’t even want to see her.


    Compared to Lisette, Powell’s attitude towards her changed a lot after she gave birth to Teresa.


    After a brief conversation with his son, Powell’s gaze fell on Marguerite.


    It was then that Marguerite approached him and obediently said, ” Mr. Powell.”


    Powell nodded in acknowledgment, and Marguerite quickly added, “You guys can continue talking. I’m


    going upstairs to change.”


    A servant immediately came forward, “Ms. Lockwood, we have prepared a room for you. Please follow


    me.”


    Marguerite had never lived in the Winston Mansion before and was naturally unfamiliar with theyout


    of the rooms.


    Upon entering, she found the room surprisinglyrge.


    Inside the bedroom that was nearly a thousand square feet, it was a two-bedroom suite.


    Marguerite randomly picked a room and changed into a house dress from her suitcase. As soon as she


    finished changing, Maurice came in.


    Marguerite warned him crossly, “Can’t you knock first?”


    Maurice approached her, his tone equally upromising, “Don’t make trouble here. Take good care


    of my father and don’t wander around. Otherwise, you can forget about hearing any news about our


    son.”


    His tone was threatening, and Marguerite had no desire to argue. She sneered, “You’ve sold my only


    company. Where could I possibly run to? Besides, you are just worried that I’ll go see Frederick, right?


    You can control my body, but can you control my heart?”


    Maurice smirked, revealing his pearly white teeth, “All I need to control is your body.”


    “You…” Marguerite was furious, but she couldn’t find the words to retort.


    Maurice was adept at whittling down Marguerite’s resistance little by little, making her gradually


    crumble.


    Marguerite was afraid that one day, her defenses would truly be broken down by this man, and she


    would give in to Maurice.


    If that day ever came, she couldn’t imagine the pain she would feel.


    The person she loved most was Frederick, but even seeing him once was a luxury.


    At this moment, Teresa ran in, cutely eating a lollipop, and said, “Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa want you to


    come down for dinner!”


    Marguerite shot a nasty re at Maurice, then took Teresa’s hand and began to walk down.


    They had just reached the first floor when they saw the front door wide open, and the servants carrying


    in suitcases one after another.


    Marguerite was puzzled, as they hadn’t brought much luggage due to their hurry.


    So whose luggage was this?


    As Marguerite was pondering this, she heard Teresa gasp and then blurt out excitedly. “Yay!”


    Marguerite frowned, “What is it?”


    Teresa quickly pointed to the front door, “Hayes’ dad! Hayes is here too, and his grandma and mom!”