Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 595

Upon hearing those words, Yuna’s entire demeanor shifted, her reaction as explosive as a startled alley

cat with its fur standing on end.

“Hold on a sec, Sadie, what are you implying? You’re not trying to shift the blame on me, are you? Are

you saying that I drugged my own son?”

Her reaction was so over the top that to Sadie, it screamed guilty conscience.

But Sadie couldn’t be too blunt. For starters, she lacked evidence. Secondly, she was just a maid,

hardly in a position to take on the Fitzgeralds.

That’s when Marguerite, who had been silent until then, stepped out from behind Frederick and asked

a question in the calmest tone – a question that sent shivers down Yuna’s spine.

“Sadie just mentioned you were in the kitchen, but she didn’t say you poisoned anyone. Why so quick

to defend yourself?”

Yuna felt her heart leap into her throat, scrambling for a reason, any excuse, and all she could muster

was a hysterical retort aimed at Marguerite, “Shut it, Marguerite! What’s it to you, anyway?”

“You’re slinging mud my way and then asking what’s it to me? Yuna, you sure have a talent for talking

your way out of anything. But since you’ve decided to drag me into this, let’s set the record straight. Tell

me, why were you in the kitchen two days ago?”

Cornered by the direct confrontation, Yuna couldn’t mask her panic.

She knew there was no dodging the bullet today!

What had she told Sadie again?

Looking for her phone? That was it! She was there to look for her phone! Yuna rapidly regathered her

wits. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I lost my phone, okay? I went to the kitchen to look for it. I’ve got loads of important work stuff on

there, I had to search everywhere!”

Marguerite smirked, “If it was that urgent, why did you have to think so hard when I just asked you? Or

were you, in fact, not looking for your phone at all?”

Yuna hadn’t expected Marguerite to be so quick on the uptake, catching her slip-up in a matter of

seconds, leaving her nearly hopping mad, “So what if I forgot? You think everyone’s as scheming as

you, keeping track of every little thing? I was just looking for my phone! Sadie knows that!”

Marguerite turned to Sadie without hesitation and asked, “Sadie, did Yuna find her phone when she left

the kitchen?”

Sadie pondered for a moment, then shook her head. “No, Ms. Marguerite. In fact, Ms. Yuna didn’t seem

to be looking for anything. She just stood by the dining table, lost in thought. And at the time, there

were three glasses of milk sitting on the table.”

Marguerite raised an eyebrow, meeting Yuna’s frantic gaze, and pressed on, “You lost your phone but

weren’t looking for it? So please, enlighten me, what exactly were you doing standing by the dining

table?”

Yuna felt the pressure closing in, Marguerite’s impassive face on one side, the united front of Frederick

and Robert on the other. A shiver ran down her spine involuntarily, but words failed her.

“…I…” Yuna stuttered, unable to articulate a defense.

To Frederick, the answer was clear as day. His eyes narrowed with resolve; just as he was about to

order Yuna to be thrown out, a timid housemaid stepped forward.

Head bowed, she dared not meet anyone’s gaze. Her voice was a frightened stammer, quieter than a

whisper, “I’m…I’m so sorry… Mr. Winston, this… this might be my fault… I brought the poisoned plant

to the mansion…”