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 and

voice was barely a whisper, chilling and

never see through it. Even if it's just an act, keep it

unable to

and the fortress she'd built in her heart crumbled

bird, she trembled, knowing that once the facade was pierced, her charade would

meddle in adult affairs

exactly

she told her mom everything about the past six months with her dad, she wouldn't be the only one in danger-her dad would be

gunshots Maurice had fired-one for her dad,

memories, ones she never

she swallowed her tears

up a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic to gently dab

that wasn't her real wound. The real one was in her

inflicted by the man she'd once thought of as her

Maurice's touch was

he felt he had Margot's fate in his

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