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.

eyes still red and puffy, and met her

Dad... they said he shot you. Grandma and Nana were so

a whisper. "But I saw them anyway.

on the couch, sitting up straight and glancing around to make sure there was no one else nearby. Only

who shot me," she said softly.

those words, Hayes's little hands clenched into

Absolutely unforgivable!

suspected Maurice ever since he realized he 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 Dad and

to have it confirmed like

years! How could

slammed his

I promise I'll find a way to make him

for his hand, concern in her eyes as she gently massaged his reddened

she scolded, trying to lighten the mood "If strength won't work, then we'll outsmart him. But I'm not letting him get away with it either!" Hayes puffed up,

Teresa began, her voice steady

bullets, Dad and I were

When I woke

I saw Maurice

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