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

voice was barely a whisper,

see through it. Even if it's just an act,

froze, unable to meet

her, and the fortress she'd built

knowing that once the facade was pierced, her charade

meddle in adult affairs or

knew exactly what

her dad, she wouldn't

remembered the two gunshots Maurice had fired-one for

memories, ones she never wanted

tears and

cotton swab soaked in

wound. The real one was in her chest, a hundred, no, a thousand

of as her

touch was gentle,

felt he

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