Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 3 Episode 88

“You’re already over two months pregnant, and the baby’s already forming Soon, it’ll start developing arms and

legs, it’ll start kicking, can you really bear it, Marguerite

Marguerite froze, her slender fingers instinctively stroking her belly as if to feel the miracle of life. Even if she didn’t

want to believe it, she had to admit that Maurice had a knack for manipulation, for hitting people where it hurt the

most and using that to his advantage

She did have feelings for the unborn child. These feelings were hard to sever, a result of her innate maternal

instincts

Slowly. Maurice approached Marguerite With a long arm, he closed the door behind them, “Give birth to the baby.

Fill raise it, and fill make it the cream of the crop To leave my child with a lowlife like you? Id have to be kicked in the

head by a mule”

With that, Marguerite puthed Maurice away and turned to leave.

“Marguerite, do you want our child to live your past life? Can you afford to give it a proper upbringing? Can you

afford to educate it?”

Maurice’s voice was steady but it made Marguerite halt in her steps

She thought of her own bleak childhood, of not knowing where the next meal would come from, of falling sick every

other day, of being ostracized due to poverty Every mother wants to give her child the best, but what could she

give, besides a hard luck life?

‘Or perhaps, you want to leave the child with Frederick? Don’t forget, it’s my blood, not his. Do you think he will

accept it? Between your child and Yuna’s child, who do you think he would choose? And even if he accepts it,

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people are unpredictable. Do you think he will treat it as his own?

Marguerite, do you want our child to be another Frederick? An outcast, always being rejected and ostracized?”

Marguerite spun around, her voice raising in defense. The child is mine, not yours!”

She said it almost in a growl, her chest heaving with anger

Her gaze hardened, and she continued, “I hope he becomes the next Frederick. Do you have any shame, Maurice?

Despite being an outcast, Fredenck carved his own path, took control of the family business, and became a

success. Who are you to say that my child can’t do the same?”

Maurice’s lips curled into a smirk and he laughed, a laugh filled with mockery and disdain for her naivety,

“Marguerite, I have to ask, what makes you think you have the right to say that?

Do you know anything about Frederick’s mother Jocelyn? Do you know she comes from an intellectual family and

holds a PhD from Stanford? What makes you think you can replicate Jocelyn’s success and raise your child to be the

next Frederick?”

A child’s success is closely linked to their upbringing

Even though Frederick and Jocelyn were ostracized in the Winston family and even kicked out of their home,

Jocelyn’s background and capabilities gave her a confidence that Marguente could never match

Jocelyn was born into an intellectual family, but what about Marguerite? She was a nobody from Marina Shores

Village, who despite going to school for over a decade, had no qualifications to show for it. She couldn’t see any

future for her child other than the one she had lived

What should she do? What could she do? At this point, Marguente felt cornered, confused, and lost

Just then, the door was kicked open

Tears streaming down her face, she looked up to see Frederick standing in the doorway, his face cold.