Chapter 822

It didn't take long.

Margot was back on the cold bench, and Janie dutifully slipped off her shoes.

There it was on her right foot-a bright red birthmark, identical to the one on Teresa's sole.

The man stood nearby, arms crossed, his tall figure casting an unsettling shadow over Margot.

Janie studied his expression, trying to glean some insight from his demeanor.

"Mr. Winston, do you think we should run a DNA test between her and Marguerite? Just to be sure."

Maurice didn't reply. He just leaned slightly forward, scrutinizing the seemingly calm child in front of him, not uttering a word for what felt like an eternity.

His predatory gaze made Margot's heart race, but she held her composure, masking her fear.

She knew that playing dumb was her best defense, the strategy that had kept her safe these past months.

him with wide eyes

leaning in closer. His voice was barely

I never see through

froze, unable to

and the fortress she'd built

knowing that once the facade

affairs or speak

knew exactly

everything about the past six months with her dad, she wouldn't be

two gunshots Maurice had fired-one for her dad,

memories, ones

she swallowed her tears and nodded in

picking up a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic to gently dab at the

one was

she'd once thought of as her dad, with a gun in his

Maurice's touch was

it clear he felt he had Margot's fate in his

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