Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237

If anyone had told Marguerite that she would ever have the audacity to speak to Powell in such a manner, she would have thought them delusional.

She always blamed herself for the worsening relationship between Powell and Frederick, even devising ways to mend it. But today, she realized that Powell was unequivocally biased.

Powell’s support for Maurice wouldn’t shift to Frederick even if she disappeared. He was determined to have Maurice, his legitimate son, replace Frederick, and there was no reasoning behind it.

Just like how she and Yuna were both Zoe’s children, yet Zoe wished her disaster.

Parental favoritism never needed a reason.

Lisette, who had been standing nearby, couldn’t hold back her anger upon hearing Marguerite’s words.

“Looks like you’ve developed the courage of a lion, setting your sights on our Maurice. I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Lisette seized an opportune moment to slap Marguerite, but Jocelyn quickly grabbed her wrist, “Stop it, Lisette! She’s pregnant!”

“Oh, so you want her to be your daughter-in-law, Jocelyn? You might be okay with her bastard child, but we, the Winstons, certainly arent!” Lisette, livid, grabbed Jocelyn by the collar, “So you’re taking her side now? Fine, you can take the slap for her!”

Marguerite knew trouble was brewing. Before she could react, Lisette had already raised her hand and slapped Jocelyn across the face. The slap was much harder than any she would have given Marguerite. Marguerite felt a knot in her stomach and a pang in her heart. The frequency of Lisette’s violence and Jocelyn’s acceptance was clear from their reactions. Yet Powell sat there, coldly watching. Infuriated, Marguerite stepped forward and shielded Jocelyn.

She could tolerate being hit herself, but assaulting Jocelyn was unacceptable!

She turned to Powell, “Mr. Powell, I accept the punishment of my actions. But what about Jocelyn? She gave up everything to be with you, and now she’s being abused by your wife. Don’t you have anything to say?”

Powell gripped his cane tightly, seething, “Marguerite, I am warning you, you have no say in Winston family matters!”