Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.
“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...”