Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 825

Margot trudged along with a downcast expression, her tiny face clouded with

worry.

"We've been to every hospital, even abroad," she mumbled, "but they just can't find anything."

"How can that be?" Marguerite replied, a hint of urgency creeping into her voice. "They must've done a CT scan, right? They should be able to spot even the smallest shadow in the brain."

Margot stopped abruptly, her big, round eyes looking at Marguerite with a mix of confusion, sadness, and a touch of defiance. Despite the child's young age, Marguerite could see the weight of the world resting on her small shoulders.

Guilt washed over Marguerite, realizing she might have been too harsh. After all, Margot was just a three-year-old, tagging along as her father, Silas, went to countless doctor appointments. How much could she truly understand?

began rifling through her bag for the CT report, determined to get some clear answers from the doctors. But before she could take it out, Margot grabbed it back, her eyes full of stubborn determination. "What's

her next words. "Ms. Marguerite, maybe you shouldn't see my daddy

Marguerite stunned and a little hurt. "What do you

report back into her little backpack, her eyes never leaving Marguerite's face. Her small chest rose and

the one she had longed for during the past six months. While she and her daddy were overseas trying to heal, she had learned about her mom's struggles. She knew her mother was not well, crying day and night, a mere shadow of

her mom, her brother Hayes, and her grandparents.

keep a piece of her mom alive, she'd changed her name from "Teresa" to "Margot," hoping that even if her dad forgot her mom's face, he wouldn't forget

waiting for the right moment when her parents would reunite, hoping her dad would fall in love with her mom all over again, and then she

the woman she dreamt about every night,

pain that almost tore her