Frederick returned straight to the church from Brightwater Cove, <b>and </b>everyone was upied until <bte </b>into the night before they could head home
Marguerite was still sleeping in Lavernes inom, with Frederick lying next to her, a small gap <b>always </b>maintained between them
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 <b>and </b>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, <b>‘</b>patience is <b>a </b>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 <b>she </b>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, <b>threaten </b>with her own life, she would do everything to protect her grandma
But this <b>time</b>, she failed. She lost her loved one forever.
Frederick watched Marguente silently, suddenly understanding the <b>core </b>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<b>, </b>she had an addedyer of resilience.
A sense of lone bravery in the struggle of life.
But she never mentioned the Lockwood family <b>or </b>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 <b>asked</b>, “Did you <b>always </b>live with your grandma<b>?</b>”
Marguente nodded her head.
“Just the two of you?”
Marguerite suddenly turned around, her <b>gaze </b><b>sharp </b>and alert, “What are you trying to ask?”
Fredenck hesitated
He saw the wariness in her eyes and <b>couldn’t </b>voice his question.
He feared that he might <b>say </b>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 <b>head </b>back, her gaze returning to its vacant state as she stared at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling
At that moment, Frederick <b>made </b>a decision in his <b>heart</b><b>. </b>
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 <b>you </b>anymore”