On the other side of the back hill.
Laverne was poking and running around like wild chargers, not even bothering to admire the elegance of the locust flowers.
Yuna kept checking the time on her phone.
They had been outside for quite a while and she needed to head back to handle some important issues with Frederick.
So she pretended to be exhausted. She leaned against a tree, panting heavily. “Granny, I really can’t walk any further! Let’s head back, or Frederick will be worried!”
Laverne slowly approached Yuna with a curious face.
“Yuna, how long have you been with Frederick? I think he’s really into you. He even arranged a big house for Ablett and the others. I heard it’s in Diamond Crest Estates? The houses there are so expensive!”
Yuna immediately lifted up her chin as if she was Frederick’s wife, not Marguerite.
“Of course! Frederick loves me so much that he not only took care of our accommodation but also gave me a credit card with no limit. Last week when I ran out of money, he transferred me some without a second thought.”
“Wow, Frederick is so generous!”
“Granny, Frederick is only generous with me! And with me dating such a great guy, you get to bask in some of the glory too. You can show off and people will respect you more.”
She wished more than anything for Marguerite to learn from her grandma just how good Frederick was. And this goodness was only for her.
Everyone else could just dream on.
Yet Laverne didn’t respond to her, instead asking, “So how did you guys meet?”
“Well, we met because…”
Yuna almost let slip how she had replaced Marguerite, but luckily caught herself in time.
But how was she supposed to explain?
Should she say that she was the little girl who gave Frederick bread fifteen years ago?
The one who gave the bread was Marguerite, and according to Frederick, Granny was there too.
If she told the truth, it might trigger Granny’s memories and give herself away..
Yuna could only be vague after a moment of musing.
“Frederick has always liked me. He knew me a long time ago and spent years looking for me. Granny, Marguerite is a homewrecker. I’ve had to go through a lot to be with Frederick.”
“That damned Marguerite, daring to be a homewrecker to my granddaughter!”
Laverne immediately got angry on hearing this; a hateful look appeared on her face. But then she frowned and looked confused.
“If you and Frederick are dating, why did Frederick register marriage with Marguerite?”
Yuna thought she had successfully driven a wedge on seeing Laverne’s expression like that. So she began to rant without any restraint.
“It’s all because Marguerite seduced Frederick! That Marguerite, she’s so damn wicked! She’s a slut! Granny, let me tell you, Marguerite’s personal life is a mess. She likes to hang out with shady men… Ah!”
Laverne suddenly slapped her before Yuna could finish. The slap landed perfectly on Yuna’s face.
She covered her burning face and stared at Laverne in disbelief. The slap had left her dizzy.
This old tramp actually dared to hit her?
She was just badmouthing Marguerite before she was slapped. Yuna was shaking all over; her whole body seemed to freeze.
Did this old woman remember something?