Just as Steven finished speaking. Janie walked over and reported that a patient had an emergency and needed Steven to check it out.
With a quick “hang on a sec” to Marguerite, Steven left the office with Janie.
Alone in the room, Marguerite was utterly clueless about what just happened. She was so baffled.
A hoax? How could her grandma’s memory loss be fake?
She had lived with her grandma since she was a kid and her grandma loved her dearly. Many times, she chafed with the Abletts on Marguerite’s issue.
And because of this, her grandma had been bullied a lot by the Lockwood family. So, there’s no way her grandma would only recognize the Lockwoods and not Marguerite.
Could her grandma really have some weird illness?
Marguerite shook her head; thinking too much wouldn’t help. Once her grandma got a little better, she’d definitely get her a more thorough check–up.
At least her grandma was moving to the manor soon, and they could continue living together. That was a bit of solace for Marguerite.
But with Polar Radiance’s launching in a few days, Marguerite, being the designer, definitely wouldn’t have time to be with her grandma every day.
She wasn’t comfortable leaving her grandma alone at home, so she had to get her a cell phone.
As she was thinking this, she whipped out her own phone and opened up a shopping app, only to find that even the cheapest phone was out of her budget.
Screw it, let’s check out some senior–friendly phones. Those were cheaper. As long as it could make calls and send texts, it’d be fine. She thought.
As Marguerite was about to pay for a phone, Steven came back. She looked up and saw Steven’s eyes land on her hand. She locked her screen nervously.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Steven walked over to the rack to put on his white coat, and then pulled out a plastic–wrapped box from the drawer.
“Bring her back in three days for a follow–up. I’ll arrange another brain scan for her. Also, this is a gift for your grandma, take it back for her.” Steven said, tapping the box on the table.
Marguerite looked down and saw it was a brand–new iPhone.
She hurriedly refused, “No, Steven, you’ve already helped me so much. I can’t accept this phone, it’s too expensive.”
She couldn’t afford this phone; it was too pricey.
“It’s a gift for your grandma, not for you.”
Steven smiled and explained, “I won this phone in a raffle yesterday, and I already have the exact same model. I don’t need it. Your grandma can help me use it.”
With Steven saying this, Marguerite felt it would be impolite to refuse again. So she accepted, “Thank you, Steven.”
Steven’s face was all smiles, “No need. If you really want to thank me, just invite me to dinner next time.”
“No problem, I’ll invite you to dinner with my grandma.”
Once they left the office, the b*dyguard had already taken care of all the paperwork for Marguerite. They headed straight for the manor after picking up Laverne. Marguerite gave her grandma the phone and arranged everything before catching the bus to meet Miley.
They agreed to meet at the park below the Winston Group building. Miley had been waiting for a good ten minutes before Marguerite hurried over.
Upon seeing Marguerite, Miley walked up and smacked her, “You’re late again! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here? Why can’t we meet at a cafe or a dessert shop?” Marguerite gave an awkward smile, “I don’t have extra money to treat you to coffee or dessert.”
Upon hearing this, Miley pinched herself in anger and pointed at the building next to them, “Marguerite! Listen to yourself! Your husband has a lot of power in this building, and as his wife, you can’t even afford a coffee or a piece of cake? Doesn’t he give you pocket money?”
Marguerite felt so depressed thinking about Frederick, “All his money goes to Yuna, how could he possibly give me any?”
“It’s Yuna again! That’s outrageous! Let her come see me and I’ll smack her!” Miley said angrily, then smacked her own thigh, squishing a mosquito against her skin.
She picked up the mosquito’s b*dy and her expression like she was looking at Yuna, “I’m going to show Yuna that smacking her would be as easy as squishing this mosquito!” Seeing her friend so worked up, Marguerite couldn’t help but chuckle. Her downcast mood lifted a bit.
She walked up to Miley and spoke earnestly. “I need you to help me investigate why the Lockwoods made me wear a mask. Please do it as soon as possible; it’s urgent.” Miley looked at her and laughed, “Finally, you’ve seen the light! I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Marguerite honestly didn’t want to have anything to do with Lockwoods anymore, let alone waste time on them.
But the way things were going made her more and more perplexed. She noticed that from the very beginning, the Lockwoods had been trying to distance themselves from her in front of Frederick, even forcing her to wear a mask.
Now they were publicly denying her relationship with her grandma. Marguerite felt things weren’t as simple as they seemed.
Her grandma’s memory loss made Marguerite realize she couldn’t lose her again, nor could she let those enemies do whatever they wanted.
To protect the one she loved the most, she had to pluck up her courage and face those difficulties.
So she had to find out the truth, the root of the problem, and to solve it once and for all.
And that root was the mask she was wearing right now!