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?

report, determined to get some clear answers from the doctors. But before she could

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

stunned and a little

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

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

Hayes, and her grandparents. But she

her name from "Teresa" to "Margot," hoping that even if her dad forgot her mom's face, he wouldn't

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 could reveal everything.

dreamt about every night, yet unable to

pain that almost