Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 597

Frederick’s fury hit its zenith, his eyes casting a dark glare at Yuna as he scrutinized every flicker of

emotion across her face.

Penelope was a bundle of nerves, her emotions a rollercoaster ride.

While her daughter’s return brought her joy, she couldn’t overlook Yuna’s behavior.

She wasn’t as dim-witted as Hackett, nor would she lose her wits over this.

Deep down, she suspected that Yuna was more likely to be the meddler.

Yet, because Yuna was her own flesh and blood, Penelope chose to turn a blind eye.

She longed to reserve that special place in her heart for Marguerite, but with the DNA test in hand, she

couldn’t deny the blood connection with Yuna.

All she could do was step in to defuse the situation, her tone soft and soothing as she looked at

Frederick and said, “Frederick, Marguerite, I’m terribly sorry for the troùble. Since this has all been a

big misunderstanding, I ask you both to let bygones be bygones for my sake.”

Marguerite seemed nonchalant; after all, the mess didn’t concern her. As long as her innocence was

proven, whatever drama ensued was none of her business.

After speaking, Penelope turned and yanked Yuna next to Marguerite, her voice sharp and displeased,

“Yuna, apologize to Marguerite right now!”

Yuna was shell-shocked, her rebellious streak flaring up.

Apologize to Marguerite, that harlot? Why should she?

What made Marguerite worthy of her apology?

Of course, Yuna refused, but she dared not defy Penelope and could only cast a pitiful look at Hackett,

hoping he’d have her back.

Hackett, ever protective of his daughter, quickly fell into Yuna’s trap and rebuked Penelope, “Why

should Yuna apologize to Marguerite? Yuna hasn’t done a single thing wrong! If it’s all been a mix-up,

then it has nothing to do with Yuna! She doesn’t need to apologize to anyone!”

Penelope, fiery with indignation, insisted that wrongs must be righted, even if Yuna was her daughter.

She wouldn’t defend her in public,

“You might be fool, I certainly am not! Earlier, Yuna mistook Marguerite for hitting Manley, and she was

so sure Marguerite drugged him. If we don’t apologize after slinging mud at Marguerite repeatedly,

wouldn’t it reflect poorly on the Winston family’s upbringing?”

With that, Hackett was left speechless. He too was a man who feared his wife’s wrath and could only

offer an apologetic glance at Yuna.

Seeing Hackett’s unreliable stance, Yuna quickly turned to Penelope with teary eyes, “Mom, I really

don’t think I did anything wrong. If someone drugged me or my brother, you’d be suspicious too, right?

I’m not at fault! If that really happened, I would choose to apologize.”

Penelope’s gaze didn’t waver as she grabbed Yuna by the collar and pulled her close, whispering a

threat in her ear, “Do you really think I’m clueless? I’m offering you a way out with this apology. If you’d

rather face a worse fate, I don’t mind revealing the truth!”

Yuna stiffened, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at Penelope.

She knew the truth? But how? And how much?

The unknown was terrifying, and Yuna understood she could never deceive Penelope.

Clearly, within the Fitzgerald family, Penelope was the true authority.

To anger her would mean no good, even with Hackett’s support.

She exhaled deeply and reluctantly turned to Marguerite, muttering, “I’m sorry.”

Marguerite was taken aback by the swift turnaround. If she could, she’d love to capture Yuna’s

crestfallen expression-it would be more entertaining than any comedy.

But she wasn’t so idle. Just as she was about to accept the apology, Frederick’s mocking sneer cut

through the air, “What, did you skip breakfast?”

Yuna was baffled, “Huh?”

Chuck quickly intervened, “Ms. Yuna, Mr. Winston means to say that when you apologize, you should Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

speak up. Make sure everyone in the room can hear you loud and clear!”