Chapter 552
The next morning, Marguerite woke up to the sun high in the sky.
As soon as she opened her eyes, her mind involuntarily revisited the bombshell Maurice had dropped
on her – Yuna and Frederick were getting hitched. The idea soured her stomach, and thest thing she
wanted was to face the lovebirds first thing in the day.
After a quick wash-up, she nned to dodge Yuna and Frederick and head straight to the office. That’s
when Teresa burst into her room,tching onto her arm with a whine.
“Mommy, you’re up just in time! Sadie made a super-delish breakfast!”
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Seeing her daughter, Marguerite’s troubles seemed to melt away. She stroked the little one’s head,
indulgently exining, “Mommy’s got to run to the office, sweetie. No time for breakfast.”
But Teresa was having none of it, shaking her head with a pout. “No way! Hayes’ daddy is finally home
for breakfast, and both he and I want you to join us!”
As Teresa dragged Hayes into the plea, Marguerite found herself at a loss. Somehow, Hayes had crept
into her heart, almost on par with Teresa. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but the sight of Hayes’ puppy-dog
eyes always tugged at her heartstrings.
However, the thought of breakfast with Frederick and Yuna at the same table didn’t exactly boost her
appetite.
“How about next time? I’m going to bete for work!”
Teresa wasn’t letting go, pulling Marguerite towards the door. “But Hayes’ daddy hasn’t left yet. How
could you bete? He’s isn’t he?”
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Marguerite was stumped. “How did you know that?”
Teresa twirled her head, smugly saying, “My godfather and godmother told me!” Then she leaned in
conspiratorially, her finger to her lips, whispering to Marguerite, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll keep your
secret. I won’t tell Daddy Maurice! So now, let’s make a deal. I keep your secret, and youe down
for breakfast with me.”
Marguerite was speechless.
The kid had mastered the art of negotiation, not to mention the concept of quid pro quo.
She was clearly influenced by Maurice, though Teresa was nothing like him. Maurice was more cunning
and subtle, whereas Teresa was straightforward, wearing her emotions on her sleeve – a trait that
reminded Marguerite of the fiery Frederick.
Lost in thought, Marguerite was already being ushered into the dining room by Teresa.
The breakfast crowd was iplete, with none of the elders present. Marguerite knew
that since Frederick’s involvement with Poppy Petal Fragrances, Jocelyn had been
preupied with Thunderbolt Enterprises.
As for Lisette, she hadn’t seen her for days.
The atmosphere at the table was peculiar. Frederick and Maurice sat opposite each other, with
Marguerite at the end, forming an awkward triangle with them. It felt eerily like a love triangle.
Marguerite nced at Frederick, noticing his dark circles and general air of exhaustion. He sipped his
ck coffee with an innate aristocratic grace.
Suddenly, Yuna sprinted down from upstairs, visibly distraught, “Freddie, Manley is refusing toe
down for breakfast. Could you please try to speak with him?”
Frederick set down his cup, his voice even, “Perhaps he’s not hungry.”
“But he didn’t eatst night either. If he skips breakfast, he’ll get stomach issues!”
Frederick frowned slightly, “He didn’t eatst night?”
Yuna nced at Marguerite and shook her head anxiously, “No.”
He rose immediately and headed upstairs.
Teresa and Hayes exchanged puzzled looks. Why wouldn’t Manley eat? He loved food and always ate
heartily. Could he be sick?
They jumped from their seats, and Teresa grabbed Marguerite’s hand, “Mommy, let’s go check on
Manley! He really relied on you at the hospital; maybe he’ll eat if you talk to him.” It made sense to
Marguerite, so she followed the little ones to Manley’s room.
But as soon as Marguerite entered, Manley freaked out as if he’d seen a ghost, clutching his head and
screaming, “Aunt Marguerite, I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me, I’ll never pick on Teresa again…”