Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 587

As the evening wound down, the family of four stepped out of the restaurant, their celebration of the

anniversary complete. Penelope was supporting Hackett as they walked ahead, while Yuna followed

closely behind Robert.

Her status as the Fitzgerald family’s golden girl had proven invaluable; she couldn’t afford to simply

hand that title back to Marguerite! So, seizing the moment to win Robert over was crucial. She couldn’t

let him continue his investigation!

Quickening her pace to catch up with Robert, she spoke in a soft, syrupy voice, her demeanor earnest,

“Robert, I don’t understand why you despise me so much. The issues between Marguerite and me are

our own and they have nothing to do with you.

Your perception of me is limited to Marguerite’s narratives. Now that I’m back home, I don’t want any

bad blood between us. After all, we must care for our aging parents together. If we’re at odds, the

whole Fitzgerald clan will crumble.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Robert stopped in his tracks, looking at Yuna with a mixture of amusement and incredulity.

This woman, foolish as she was, always fancied herself clever, attempting to drag everyone down to

her level with her pitiful act. Pitiful, yet laughable.

“Don’t think having our parents’ approval means you’re in the clear. I’m not that easily fooled, and I’ll

get to the bottom of this,” Robert said, his voice smooth like polished stone, a gentlemanly smile

playing on his lips.

But to Yuna, that smile was a chilling reminder of her precarious position, “With a DNA test result, why

can’t you just believe me? I get that you hate me, that’s your right! But you can’t stop me from reuniting

with my family!”

“With your… talents, Yuna, tampering with a DNA test wouldn’t be too hard, would it?”

Caught off guard again, Yuna took a moment to muster a response, her eyes downcast, stuttering,

“The DNA tests are nationally coordinated. How could I possibly manipulate that?”

Robert shrugged nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, ready to walk away, “You’re adamant, but I have

no interest in indulging in self-deception. We’ll see what happens.”

With that, he turned and headed toward the business-class van parked by the curb.

Meanwhile, Hackett, supported by Penelope, was bent over retching under a tree, feeling unwell from

all the wine. Penelope constantly patted his back, trying to comfort him.

Just then, a woman’s arm reached out with an ecru handkerchief.

Penelope took it, about to express her gratitude, but froze when she turned to see Zoe.

The Lockwoods had taken the Fitzgeralds’ treasured daughter, and with such a deep grudge, Penelope

could never forgive her!

Yet, Zoe looked at Hackett with visible concern and said to Penelope, “Madam, best clean the master’s

mouth. He’s drunk, and some honey water would help sober him quickly.”

Hearing Zoe’s voice, Hackett fought back the nausea, straightened up, and glared at her with fury in his

eyes. Penelope’s voice was cold, her tone displeased and distant, “Is there something you want?”

Zoe’s plea was pitiful, “Master, Madam, we had an agreement. If you took Yuna back, we could visit

twice a week. I’ve hurt you, but we’ve raised Yuna for so long, we’re attached to her. I just wanted to

see her today…”

Hackett’s gaze instinctively shifted to Yuna, who seemed utterly clueless about Zoe’s arrival.

Considering Zoe’s past nurturing role, Hackett’s response, while chilly and imperial, wasn’t harsh, “Ten

minutes!”

With that, he turned to Penelope and ordered, “Help me to the car and wait. Bring Yuna back after ten

minutes!”