Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 473

Marguerite couldn’t quite believe her ears, but the realization soon hit her.

“So what you’re saying is, Hayes is my missing son?”

Miley nodded vigorously, like a bobblehead, “I shrugged off the resemblance between you and Yuna before, thinking it was just a coincidence. But the moment I met Hayes face to face, I saw that it wasn’t just about looks. It was the mannerisms, the way you carry yourselves!”

If that was the case, there were too many unanswered questions swirling in Marguerite’s mind.

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But Miley’s thoughts were as unpredictable as a summer storm. She paced around the room, her mind racing. Then, as if struck by lightning, she had an epiphany, her face lighting up with excitement, “What if the person who took away your son was Barnes, and he handed the child over to Yuna? She then made up a story, telling Mr. Winston she had twins!

Think about it. If Manley and Hayes were both Yuna’s children, why would she favor one so blatantly over the other? The most likely explanation is that Hayes is actually your son, and that’s why she neglected him! Doesn’t that make sense?”

of left field, and her

been enough to secure her status. So why go through the trouble of taking my treasure? And you know, after Yuna gave birth, they did a paternity test

it? That only proves Hayes is Mr. Winston’s

mind

and forth, muttering to

turned, and hurried over to Marguerite, urgency written all over her face, “The

sent Yuna to an island to give birth mainly because he doubted the child was his! So he

her stealing your son could very well have been to pass Mr. Winston’s

Marguerite furrowed her brows. Her face showed a half-smile, as if she found the woman’s story increasingly

logic, I had twins, Teresa by Maurice and Hayes

wet blanket on Miley’s enthusiasm. She slumped back into her chair, resting

forget

her other hand idly tapping on the

she looked up at Marguerite with a speculative glint in her eye, “What

the table with renewed excitement, “Marguerite, how can you be so sure the man you had a fling with that night was

it was him that night! And with Maurice and Frederick