Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 822

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.

wide eyes and asked,

softly, leaning in closer. His voice was barely a whisper,

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

unable to meet his

long betrayed her, and the fortress she'd built in her heart crumbled

that once the facade was pierced,

adult affairs or speak out of turn,

exactly

six months with her dad, she wouldn't be the only one in danger-her dad would be in

Maurice had fired-one for her dad, one

her most terrifying memories, ones she never wanted to experience

swallowed her tears and nodded

up a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic to gently dab at

real wound. The real one was

she'd once thought of as her dad, with

yet, Maurice's touch was gentle, his

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

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