The guy glared at her, his words seething with so much rage that it bordered on cruelty. “Talk to you nicely? Do you even deserve my good words? You’re nothing but a lowlife with no bottom line.”
With that, he angrily pushed back his chair and stormed off.
No bottom line? Lowlife?
Marguerite watched his retreating figure. Despite feeling humiliated, tears welled up in her eyes.
Why was he so possessive? He’d even throw a tantrum just because she got out of Steven’s car.
Was this love? Absolutely not!
To put it bluntly, he treated her like a pet.
He was all sweet and gentle when he was in a good mood, but he’d lash out with harsh words whenever he was upset.
But how could Marguerite, who had never been in love, know that was all about a man’s jealousy?
If he had no feelings for her, why would he care so much?
Sadly, neither Marguerite nor Frederick realized this.
Seeing Frederick’s outburst, Laverne, who was standing nearby, leered at Marguerite and asked with a guilty tone, “Marguerite, did I say something wrong?”
Marguerite shook her head, “No.“–
“That young man has a terrible temper. I don’t know what my granddaughter sees in him!” Laverne complained. Then she asked with a pout, “Marguerite, do you know how Yuna met Frederick?”
Hearing her grandmother refer to Yuna as her “granddaughter,” Marguerite felt a pang of sadness.
Her grandmother had forgotten about her and even shifted her affections to Yuna.
But Marguerite didn’t resent her. As long as she could recover, that’s all that mattered.
Taking a deep breath, Marguerite responded, “I don’t know how they met.”
Laverne shifted her gaze and put down her phone, walked over to Marguerite, and asked with curiosity, “So, what’s the deal between you and Frederick? Have you been living together all along?”
Marguerite had a mix of emotions after arguing with Frederick, so she didn’t feel like explaining. She just nodded.
Laverne’s face was stretched at her response, her voice rising in surprise, “So, are you the homewrecker?”
Marguerite was taken aback; she could almost hear the snickering of the maids behind her, and that added to her embarrassment.
“Gran! No! Frederick and I are married by contract. We’ve already done the paperwork.” Marguerite explained, her face flushing.
The term “homewrecker” was too sensitive.
Emotionally, she had never interfered in Yuna and Frederick’s relationship, and legally, she was Frederick’s wife.
In no way could the term “homewrecker” be used to describe Marguerite.
Laverne scratched her head in confusion.
After a long while, she muttered, “Frederick and Yuna are dating, and you and Frederick are married. Young people’s romantic life these days is too complicated.”
Marguerite was left speechless.
“I must find out how those two met! I can’t let my granddaughter get hurt.”
Hearing Laverne’s words, Marguerite felt incredibly down.
Now, everyone was supporting Yuna, including her beloved grandmother.
They were all considering Yuna’s interests, worrying about her getting hurt.
Meanwhile, Marguerite had become the loneliest person.
But she didn’t notice that when Laverne said, “I can’t let my granddaughter get hurt,” her eyes filled with concern and worry were clearly directed at Marguerite.