Chapter <b>263 </b>


    Marguerite cried until her voice was hoarse, until no sound could escape her throat


    Tears fell like a dam had burst


    She sobbed uncontrobly, repeating over and over again, Laverne was my grandma, she was my real grandma.”


    Frederick gently <b>pulled </b>Marguente back into his arms<b>, </b>soothingly patting her back as he reaffirmed, “Yes, yes, Laverne was, the always be your grandma”


    Despite hisforting words, surprise and confusion swirled in his eyes.


    He remembered this wasn’t the first time that Marquente had imed Laverne <b>as </b>her grandmother


    Thest time was in the hospital, after Laverne had a near–death experience. The Ablett couple had provided a detailed exnation, and when Laverne awoke, she didn’t recognize Marguerite So <b>naturally</b>, he had believed them.


    But now, with Laverne’s passing Marguerite was making the im again. The fervor in her voice, the determination in her demeanor, it didn’t seem like the was lying


    What could possibly be going wrong?


    Could there be secrets between Marguerite and Laverne that he wasn’t privy to?


    He had to get to the bottom of it


    Back at the mansion, Marguerite was exhausted. He put her to bed gently, then summoned Chuck to his study


    “Look into the rtionship between Marguerite and Laverne again,” hemanded, his handsome face hardened by the pain of Laverne’s passing


    “Yes, Mr Winston, Chuck quickly responded, preparing to leave the study to start his investigation


    But just as he reached the door, Frederick’s sharp voice called him back. “What about the investigation into <b>Yuna’s </b>sister? Any leads?”


    Chuck paused, turned around, and reported, “Mr. Winston, I found out that Zoe had given birth at a small clinic in Marina Shores Vige I’m currently trying to locate her I believe we’ll have results soon.”


    Frederick Hit a cigarette, the milky smoke swirling in front of his face, highlighting his sharp features and the intensity in his eyes


    He seened deep in thought, but there <b>was </b>a hint of hesitation in his expression.


    Chuck ventured a guess, “Mr Winston, you don’t think Yuna’s sister could be Marguerite, do you?”


    Frederick exhaled a ring of smoke, nodding slightly. “Yes”


    “But,” Chuck said, “the Lockwood family imed that the child they lost was <b>a </b><b>year </b>younger than Yuna. If I’m not mistaken, Marguente and Yuna are the same age” “Don’t trust everything they <b>say </b>Just do your job”


    <b>“</b><b>Yes</b>, Mr. Winston”


    After Chuck left, Frederick sank into deep thought again.


    He considered the Lockwood family’s long history of deception, their well honed skills in maniption. He should have been more skeptical


    If the truth <b>was </b>as Marguente imed, that Laverne was her biological grandmother, that would mean Marguente and Yuna were sisters, shanng the same


    bloodline.


    If that was the case, had the Lockwood family been lying to him all along?


    What else had they lied about?


    Could it be that the person who saved his life fifteen years ago was Marguerite, not Yuna?


    The more Frederick thought, the more frustrated he <b>became </b>Without any leads, he needed evidence to support his suspicions


    From now on, he would not trust <b>a </b>word from the Lockwood family


    Evidence


    That’s all he would rely on