Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 878

Even though Hayes had tried to brace himself on the way over, he was still stunned when he finally saw the old photo-before the weight gain, Margot had looked exactly like Teresa.

The shock hit him hard, mingled with a deep ache in his chest.

He couldn't help but feel for Teresa. In his eyes, she had always cared about her looks, and yet she'd endured so much suffering from being overweight for so long. Whatever the reason, he refused to believe Teresa would have let herself become unrecognizable without good cause.

His small trembling hands clutched the photo, his eyes reddening as tears threatened to fall. But he quickly ducked his head, not wanting his little sister to see him cry.

"I... I always suspected you were my Teresa," he choked out, voice trembling. "I just knew it was you..."

Teresa reached over and squeezed Hayes's little hand, then hopped down from the couch so she could sit right beside him.

Their hands clasped tightly together, Teresa's free hand gently wiped away the tear trailing down Hayes's cheek. Her voice, soft and quivering, still carried a note of comfort.

"Don't cry, okay? I'm back now, aren't I? No more tears, Hayes. Be brave for me, alright?"

She wanted to cry too, but everything she'd been through these past six months had made her stronger than she ever thought possible.

Swallowing her own pain and sadness, Teresa forced herself to smile, determined to lift Hayes's spirits.

Hayes took a deep, steadying breath and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Slowly, his emotions calmed.

still red

said Dad... they said he shot you. Grandma and

whisper. "But I saw them anyway. Teresa, Dad would never shoot you, would

up straight and glancing around to make sure there was no one

me," she said softly. "It was

those words, Hayes's little hands clenched into tight

Absolutely unforgivable!

used Dad's date of death as a password. That was when it first occurred to him that Maurice might be involved in what happened to

have it confirmed

them for three whole years! How could Maurice turn on her

his fist

make him pay for what

her eyes as she gently massaged his

him. You're not even half his size,” she scolded, trying to lighten the mood "If strength won't work, then we'll outsmart him. But I'm

Teresa began, her voice steady but distant. "After

the bullets, Dad and I were put in the same hospital

When I woke

I saw Maurice

man I didn't recognize implanting a chip-some kind. wafer-into Dad's brain. They said