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?

Marguerite 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 wrong, Margot?" Marguerite asked gently. "Let's show the

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

Marguerite stunned and a little hurt. "What do you mean,

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

standing before her was her mother, 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

her grandparents. But she couldn't. She

to "Margot," hoping that even if

reunite, hoping her dad would fall in love with her mom all over again, and then she could reveal everything. But she had

the woman she dreamt about

was a pain that almost tore