Chapter <b>262 </b>
Frederick, seeing Marguerite in such a state, felt each second passing by was pure agony
He <b>gently </b>wrapped his arms around Marquente, tightly clutching her shoulders, hoping he could offer her a sliver offort and strength
“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 <b>shook </b>her head, her voice hoarse, “Let me go, I can sign. I’ll sign”
Marguerite’s voice <b>was </b>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 <b>kept </b>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 <b>out </b>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 <b>was </b>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
<b>Laveme’s </b>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 <b>as </b>her sobs took over, leading to an uncontroble weeping
“Treally really miss my grandma I miss her so <b>much </b>
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 <b>words </b>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