Chapter 509

In that moment, Marguerite struggled to steady her emotions. She had just discovered that the mother and son she had helped years ago were none other than Frederick and Jocelyn. How had she failed to recognize them all this time?

What touched her most was the realization that her small act of kindness, something she thought of as an inconsequential gesture, had stayed with Frederick for so long.

“When did you know that the girl, the one you were looking for, was me?” she asked.

His gaze turned distant, as if he were speaking of someone else’s life. “Three years ago, the day we fell apart.”

It was the same day her grandmother was laid to rest-the day Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her!

Marguerite cursed the timing of her knowledge.

Had she known earlier that Frederick had been searching for her, had she known of his intentions, she would never have gone to the Winston estate to meet Maurice.

blissfully unaware of the identity of the mysterious man

fleeing with him, far from the

and her regrets were now

throat as she spoke,

to tell you everything,”

find Marguerite was not just to

as the woman’s face captured on

reveal something far more consequential-something that would alter the course of his life forever.

to the island was a last grasp at hope; if the child wasn’t his, then the only

she must’ve been manipulated by Maurice or hiding some

he was left to

she held in his heart, and perhaps that was why he resented

eyes brimming with tears and sincerity, she asked, “Do

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