Chapter 469 Everything Looks Best on You
"Thanks," Margaret said politely, just to keep the peace in front of her grandfather. She didn't want to have a big conflict with Abigail. Daisy pretended not to notice and kept chatting with Bradley, even though Bradley's responses were half-hearted. Daisy acted as if she didn't see anything.
William kept an eye on Daisy, worried that she and Abigail might cause trouble for Bradley again.
The group had lunch together at the Fisher Manor. Abigail remained silent throughout the meal, mostly looking at Margaret. Meanwhile, William and Bradley kept serving Margaret food, making the two people across from them seem like outsiders, not part of the Fisher family at all.
By the poolside.
Margaret stood by the pool, the breeze gently blowing her hair. She wanted to get some fresh air and see if she could find any new inspiration for her clothing designs. Abigail came out from the balcony, seeing Margaret by the pool, and a cold, jealous smile appeared on her face.
Abigail thought, 'Why not just let her fall into the pool and get soaked?'
Abigail walked over and stood next to Margaret, casually saying, "The big champion enjoying the view alone, huh?"
"Yeah," Margaret replied nonchalantly, glancing at her and stretching her arms. "Just looking at the scenery, thinking about inspiration. What about you? Planning to swim?"
Abigail chuckled, "I don't have the leisure you do, but I'd be happy to help you take a swim!"
As she spoke, Abigail subtly moved closer to Margaret, her hand quietly reaching behind Margaret's back. Just as she was about to push, her face twisted with malicious glee.
Margaret, go to hell!
But just as Abigail was about to push, Margaret quickly stepped aside.
Margaret had been aware of Abigail's little movements and had been cautious. Otherwise, why would Abigail suddenly come over to her?
Abigail was shocked, but it was too late; she fell into the pool.
The pool splashed with water, and Abigail flailed around, eyes closed.
She couldn't swim, and the deep end was enough to drown someone.
"Help... help..."
Every time Abigail's head surfaced, she struggled to call for help, choking on water several times.
Margaret stood coldly by the side, calculating the time. When she saw Abigail's face turn pale, she decided it was enough and jumped in to pull Abigail to the edge, helping her out.
Abigail's face was pale, her waterproof makeup smeared, and she looked pitiful with wet hair and clothes. She coughed several times, her throat and chest hurting.
"Had enough?" Margaret asked indifferently, arms crossed, looking down at her.
Abigail glared at her, eyes red with anger, "Margaret, you're despicable!"
"Despicable?" Margaret laughed, looking at her like she was an idiot. "If anyone's despicable, it's you. Teaming up with Mrs. Fisher to frame Grandpa, trying to push me into the pool. From start to finish, it's been you. Abigail, let me warn you, don't think your little tricks go unnoticed. This time is just a warning. Next time, you'll regret it even more."
Margaret turned to leave, needing to change clothes to avoid catching a cold. She wasn't a saint and didn't bother to remind Abigail to dress warmly.
Watching Margaret's retreating figure, Abigail clenched her teeth in hatred.
One day, she would make Margaret pay!
Margaret returned to the guest room at the Fisher Manor, changed into clean clothes, and ran into William as she stepped out. William noticed her damp hair and looked puzzled.
"What happened?" William asked.
"Nothing. Abigail tried to push me into the pool, but I made her go in instead," Margaret said casually. William's furrowed brow relaxed, and he looked at Margaret, suddenly laughing.
"What?" Margaret asked, puzzled. "Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, nothing," William waved his hand. "I just didn't expect this side of you."
Margaret found it odd but didn't care much. She went back to her room for a while, then came out holding a notebook to her chest, pulling William's hand, and running to the garden.
William followed her to the garden, standing on the grass, confused. "What's going on? Why did you bring me here?"
"Look," Margaret said, handing him the notebook. It was a sketch of a wedding dress with pleated gradient colors. Margaret had used some kind of paint or colored pencils, and the gradient part shimmered in the sunlight.
William looked at the design, amazed. Margaret smiled mysteriously, running back to the room and returning after a while.
William turned at the sound and saw Margaret wearing the wedding dress from the sketch. He was completely stunned. When Margaret asked if the dress looked good, he snapped out of it, nodding repeatedly.
"It's beautiful. You look amazing in anything."
Margaret blushed, looking down and smiling shyly. After a moment, she looked up again, saying, "I designed this for the engagement ceremony. Now I've shown it to you, I'll design another one."
William's eyes never lost their amazement. He pulled Margaret close, looking into her eyes with deep affection. "No, this one is perfect. You look beautiful in anything, even if I've seen this dress before, you'll always look stunning."
Despite William's usual seriousness, he was a natural at sweet-talking Margaret. They started a waltz on the grass, the atmosphere warm and tender.
After Lucy returned to the country, Michael was happy to see her scar healed. But then Lucy saw the widely circulated video of William proposing to Margaret.
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